Tuesday, February 21, 2012

Crimson Tears Comments

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She's waiting on his outside for love no longer shown, she's knocking on his heart hoping she can call it home, she stood in his eyes, but to his heart, unknown, waiting with a throbbing bosom, hurting and alone.
Open up her beaten chest, what's not defined by brutality? Break the broken into crumbs to mitigate reality.Nothing is ever clear once depression hits the brain, life sucked and breathing hurt so she grabbed it by the vein.
Losing blood, wasting fast, fading, disappearing... punched by his fist in her heart, lucid and uncaring.
Her face towards a crying sky, colliding with the rain, washes tears off her cheeks and sleeves of crimson stain.


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