Echoes Of Crimson Rain - Poem by Crimson Love
Teeth grind together,
shattering like glass,
as words spill out,
is spoken through bloodied lips,
only the words of solemn Drips.
The echoing rain,
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,
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.'
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