Crimson Love

Rookie - 70 Points (18 / Prince Charming)

Taken - Poem by Crimson Love

Cold hands,
like iron fetters,
wrap themselves around my wrists,
covering scars,
that would otherwise,
bleed visible.

I feel my lungs deflate,
as you gently tug the,
breaths I give,
Stealing life,
in return I'm given death,

'The sleep of eternity,
Falls heavy on already closed eyelids.'


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Poem Submitted: Friday, December 2, 2011



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