My Sweet Sorrow... Poem by Crimson Soul

My Sweet Sorrow,
Please Sing,

Your Lovely Voice, Riding My Wing;
The Bloody King Shall Rise,
And We All Shall Despise;

The Riders Of Despair So Wrought,
With Bloodlust, And Iron Thoughts;

So Here I Sit In My Own Blood,
See It Spilling In A Flood;
See My Tortured Smile Shine Through,
See The Endless Burning Lies Too;

As My Screams Fill This Bed,
The Sheets Are Draped With Crimson Dread;

My Eyes Are Starting To Fade,
Turning Crimson, Filled With Hate;

So I Carve With This Knife,
My Eternal Smile, Set By Strife;
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Slowly Grasping The Cold Handle,
Turning The Blade Into The Side Of My Mouth,
Carving The Steel Through My Skin,
My Lips Are Cracking, Broken And Thin;
My Skin Is Tearing At The Seams, As I Carve Still Upwards,
Not Hoping But To Dream;
The Blood Is Raining From My Mouth, As My Eyes,
Cannot Shout...
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Now My Smile Is Fully Carved,
Sitting In The Corner, Lost To The Stars;

They Glimmer In My Sight,
They Flicker Alight;

My Vision Grows Hazy, The Blood At My Feet,
As I Start To Slowly Weep;

Tears Of Blood, Tears Of Sorrow,
The Sadness Overwhelms All That Follow;

The Tears Are Pooling At My Feet,
As My Blood Runs Out To Keep;

I Keep This Smile So All Can See,
That This Crimson Being Can Only Be;

The Stars Are Glimmering,

So Beautiful They Are,


But Only Their Reflections Show...

A Light So Far;

In The Eyes, Reflecting All That Flees

Of The Stars, That I Will Never Be Able To See...