allie grosskurth

Crimson River

I want to do it.
Feel it.
See it.
The pressure building,
Release is needed,
If only I could.
I would.
A crimson river flows.
The pain is washed away,
But only for a day.
Returning.
Stalking.
Torturing.
Plaguing my mind.
It creeps from behind.
Takes control.
Of my empty soul.
Hurt me.
I beg of this tool.
Do your worst,
For nothing compares to you