crimson blade
shattered dream
the virginity of the knife
can no longer be redeemed
sliced and filthy
a whore to the pain
an addict to the pleasure
of the scarlet that drains
dizzy and numb
darkness seeps across my eyes
blinded black and fading
as my true self slowly dies
a part of me is wishing
that the blade never touched my skin
but the other still craves the ecstasy
of my obsessive, bloody sin.
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