Blood builds in this mouth of Crimson,
Dripping past Lips chapped with hate,
They leak over, Brimming in the cup that I drank,
Small beads of Blood, fall into the hole sunken into my chest,
Finding and mixing, with the ash of a heart to be resurrected,
the atramentous Crevas wear Crimson and ash wallow,
Filling a body, forever deemed hallow.
Dismal and Rayless,
I find myself at the bottom of myself,
Scratching to get out,
Why try, when I know I'm incapable of escape?
Shadows love..... keeping Crimson here,
They love this Icey dark blaze,
The corpse thats still living,
the Crimson that was thought always to remain.
has left your life, barley blood-stained.
Lost luminousity, shall never find me,
Loved by the sunless, I shall always blindly see,
Crimson shall float through the neverending cascade,
and find herself at peace within insanity.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem