Can you hear crimson cracking?
The pressure is building,
It seeps through, my open words,
pour upon me death,
let me be,
Let the darkness take me,
Let shadows be there,
where you could not,
I love the dark,
but it does not love me,
Unlovable is Crimson.....obviously.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
crimson sight lines the edges of understanding