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Morticia

Glorious Crimson

Copyright, Morticia

I feel the cold steel biting,
Against my virgin arm,
Pain fades as quickly
As my sanity…
Igniting a sensation,
Never felt before to-night,
Alone in blackened sorrows,
Your only friends are your
Silent cries…
Glorious crimson,
Escaping from its cage,
Holy and Red,
Never meant to flee from a
Beautiful girl like me…
To soul’s end, I bleed to feel,
And soon, what I am will be
Who I’ve been…

 

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