Crimson Blood Poem by Crimson Love
Crimson Blood
Slits upon wrists cry before dawn,
They weep louder, the most melancholy song,
Light weakens every inch of shadowy brawn,
Sleeping I lie upon fate,
Lost to life...death found me,
Games are played, yet no one ever wins,
An enigma of you dancing on deaths whim.
Cry forth filthy tears of words left unsaid,
Weep toxic love, Something I so longed to forget,
Tears upon Crimson Skin, weep undying love,
Desecrated yet whole is such Crimson Skin,
Self mutilated past life, I have sinned,
Yet still I’m Loved for the blood of Crimson.
Crimson Love Your poem is special though it is melancholy. A good poem of yours. Every line is special yet I have my own favorite lines int he poem.... 'Games are played, yet no one ever wins, An enigma of you dancing on deaths whim.' If I gotta grade your poem it is one + a circle (10) Ha! ha! :) :) :)
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I would like to translate this poem
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5/5/2024 9:20:05 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Your beau sounds like Dracula who only drinks enough of your crimson sweetness to let you live to forgive your sins...luvli...regards