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Crimson Call of Release
Here grew a rose
Made of thin razor
A beauty of terror
Lend not thy hand
It's suicide to admire
Crimson stains overlay
Evaporations of a love
Never again to touch
Only to now slowly tease
The bittersweet-
ever alluring call of release...
Made of thin razor
A beauty of terror
Lend not thy hand
It's suicide to admire
Crimson stains overlay
Evaporations of a love
Never again to touch
Only to now slowly tease
The bittersweet-
ever alluring call of release...
Published 27th Mar 2017
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27th Mar 2017 2:05pm
This poem is dark and sad, but written so well:) Anonshadow. I hope its fiction.
28th Mar 2017 6:26am
It is fiction in a way, but there is truth in the fiction. I've said this before but sometimes I don't realize how dark my poetry can be until I read it later. Honored to have you read me, Grace. Thanks for stopping by! ~anonshadow😏
27th Mar 2017 6:36pm
28th Mar 2017 6:23am
Haha, I wanted to deliver a piece dark enough you'd even approve of, I am glad I did so:P Thank you taking the time to read, Hades, the kind words as well. I truly appreciate it! ~anonshadow😏
28th Mar 2017 2:21am
Ah but the thorns are the contrast to the beauty. This has a classic feel to it that I enjoyed.
28th Mar 2017 6:19am
Indeed, the great contrast. Glad you enjoyed it, this was indeed born out of many hours of classical reads. ~anonshadow😏
28th Mar 2017 4:45am
28th Mar 2017 6:17am
Glad you thought so, Sir, glad you enjoyed it! Always an honor to see you stop by for a visit. ~anonshadow😏
