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Bleed to death

Black eyes watching me,
Red heart beating on the floor boards,
Crimson blood dripping from your mouth,
Ice cold rose stabbed through your throat.

Looking in to your face,
Remembering the place,
The knife on the floor,
Standing next to that wooden door.

The sharp razor stuck in your arm,
Blooded scissors laying in your hand,
Tears of anger running down,
Thoughts of us alone together

Looking in to your face,
Remembering the place,
The knife on the floor,
Standing next to that wooden door.

Bleed to death
from your wounds of sorrow.
Inflicted by your pain.
You never saw what we had,
Our love was an illusion to you.
So you bleed to your music.

The knife on the floor,
Standing next to that wooden door

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  • CrimsonRain1313
    July 10, 2007

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    AH! omg.
    this is beautiful.
    so vivid and morbid.
    i luv it.
    5 starz, buddy! no 10! 10 starz.
    awesome write. itz wonderfully dark.
    Peace && Blesses
    ~Rain


  • xlilliexdiesx
    May 22, 2007
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    I like it good work and good luck