The Color BloodA Poem by funeralmooni love your crimson on my skin i love the way you bleed within i love the way you scream and cry i want the pain, you want to die the blood is like a drug the knife is like a lover i love the flowing of blood crimson was always my favorite color you fight and pull but soon give in you want me here you want my sin you feell the thirst and the stench the bittersweet honey, i will quench.. i love the way you twist and bend you fight the pain but will not mend i bring the knife and send a shiver you touch the blade and begin to quiver i love your crimson on my skin i love the way you bleed within i love the way you scream and cry i want the pain, you want to die i love the darkness in my heart if you let me in we will not part no dont deny i am your lover crimson always was my favorite color © 2009 funeralmoonReviews
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4 Reviews Added on September 21, 2009 AuthorfuneralmoonWonderlandAboutWe can only erase words, but not our past. I am a minimalist, who loves writing, painting, and nature. I write what I feel because it is a good outlet to channel my emotions through. I feel like.. more..Writing
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