Burning Sensation - Poem by Crimson Love
through burning tear ducts
Acidic tears flow down heated cheeks,
Eroding such hardened marbled expressions,
Ready for the demoralization,
And enjoy the tears,
That bring forth such pain.
The tingling starts,
As my wrists slowly drain,
Bleeding for the masochistic, I drink from these veins,
Every ounce of my self deemed love,
Burns through the tingling,
Of rapid blood loss.
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