My Words Of Crimson - Poem by Crimson Love
can you see the person crimson behind, Bloody words?
can you truly see who I am?
I think not, If you truly saw through this crimson mask,
You'd unravel, things horrifying, the list exponetially vast,
My words I pen, upon this page,
Contain my crimson, my beauteous rage,
My paper dripping blood,
For my soul is what I put in,
This pen and paper,
of me...myself Crimson.
My words contain every sarrow ever written,
Every untouched and unworthy love,
every lust and hell bound hug,
Every fatal kiss, and every touch of death,
These few things make up the words of Crimson,
these very few things make up everything I know,
These very few words, make up what I am to be,
A lover of death, is what Crimson means to me.
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