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Crimson Rivers
Stop and feel, watch it slice...
It digs right in
Like an axe to a tree
It looks so wrong
But feels so right
I crave it
Like candy to a child
It feels like Christmas morning
And all the burning Christmas lights
It stings like a bee
It soothes like lotion
What beautiful scars I have
I wear them like ornaments
I keep them nice
I keep them clean
Crimson rivers are all I need
They quench my wicked thirst
Like rain relieves a barren desert
It digs right in
Like an axe to a tree
It looks so wrong
But feels so right
I crave it
Like candy to a child
It feels like Christmas morning
And all the burning Christmas lights
It stings like a bee
It soothes like lotion
What beautiful scars I have
I wear them like ornaments
I keep them nice
I keep them clean
Crimson rivers are all I need
They quench my wicked thirst
Like rain relieves a barren desert
Published 10th Aug 2017
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Anonymous
12th Aug 2017 10:58pm
Fairy.. i feel the pain, in this ink.. but i also feel you're, shedding demons.. to find the truth.. it's a natural progression.. but don't be to hard on yourself.. we all have skeletons.. but they don't define us.. much respect..
Dave
Dave
13th Aug 2017 3:11am
It's a painful process. I'm glad you understand it :) thanks for the insightful comment Dave
