Crimson Tears

This is a tribute to "To Write Love on Her Arms"... I can only imagine the pain that they experience...


1. Crimson Tears

A sickening shell that calls me its own,

This flesh, it rebels 'gainst its dweller.

The bank of my tears, long since withdrawn.

My heart, left a miserable teller.


It burns! How sharp makes smooth red!

Red turns and curls upon my arm

As soul's appetite is fed.

The pain! How it's oh so real!

Combining mind and flesh.

The hurt outside and hurt concealed,

In crimson do they mesh.

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