My melancholy screams, are but whispers in the wind,
My words are lost, like the Words of a Hymn,
My love is gone like the Blood from my veins,
A shell of my old self is all that remains,
Empty and sad,
My blade is all thats there,
Cutting me close, Hugging my skin,
Giving me love where others couldnt begin,
as I slash, the pain goes away,
I can't feel anything anymore, and I love it,
Im gone and I don't want to come back,
So I sit ad watch my CRIMSON LOVE,
Drip from my wrists,
I know that I was meant for this.
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