Echoes Of Crimson Rain Poem by Crimson Love

Teeth grind together,
shattering like glass,
Mouths bleed,
as words spill out,
no love,
nor heat,
is spoken through bloodied lips,
only the words of solemn Drips.

The echoing rain,
resignates deeper,
as I think of what I know to drip....
No thoughts of just simple liquid.
These thoughts remain constantly Crimson.

Rains of heated drops,
from wrists fall upon,
my extremeties,
heating the flesh of this frozen body,
Blood resurrects all,
yet leaves me empty...

'I will hold this love,
as long as I'm deemed worthy,
of leaving myself.'