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Crimson Red.
Watching the blood from my wrists
form tiny droplets
then slide blissfully down my arm.
If nothing else is true I deserve this.
The sting,
reminds me of how much hurt I cause.
The blood,
my own guilty pleasure.
Down,
alone.
Nothing here but the crimson red
that overflows my eyes.
This is my heaven.
My hell.
Everything.
This is where it begins,
where I end.
Crimson red.
form tiny droplets
then slide blissfully down my arm.
If nothing else is true I deserve this.
The sting,
reminds me of how much hurt I cause.
The blood,
my own guilty pleasure.
Down,
alone.
Nothing here but the crimson red
that overflows my eyes.
This is my heaven.
My hell.
Everything.
This is where it begins,
where I end.
Crimson red.
Published 27th Dec 2011
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27th Dec 2011 6:55pm
Very nice! dark sadness surounds this manic idea that you can make amens with self mutilation. Hints of confusion, desperation and self awareness all in a idea that took less than 50 words! cool
28th Dec 2011 00:19am
