Whipped - Poem by Crimson Love
Sell my soul,
for little less than free,
crack the whip, my skin is bare to thee,
Crimson drips from the gashes upon my back,
Losing sight.....vision is what I lack.
Fall asleep upon this Crimson drenched earth,
Forever to sleep, lets see what my soul is worth.
Harder she continues,
I fall to the ground,
Im at a loss for words, I cannot mumble a sound,
Pain consumes my insides,
Crawling within me,
I feel her presence,
harder she whips me,
pain embellished upon my body,
Not only my body drips crimson,
so do that of my bleeding words.
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