Crimson Red Poem by Lauren Harris
Crimson Red
People Dieing
But not dead
People laying
In a blood stained bed
Gushing crimson
Crimson red
People Dieing, but not dead
People screaming in my head
Help me please...
I am on my knees...
Begging, pleading, needing bleeding...
Bleeding crimson,
Crimson red...
Reality is near
Life is fear
Death becomes you my dear...
For you are dieing, but not dead...
Bleeding crimson...
Crimson Red...
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