Monday, July 21, 2003

Unloved.

Crimson comes fast
At her own hand
Comes back from the past
Guess it wasn't the end
The blade is sharp
Cutting beautifully
Bleeding in the dark
And stopping it mournfully
Adrenaline rush
She can't stop shaking
Enchanted by blood
She's yours for the taking
The metal glints brightly
In an invisible light
For darkness surrounds her
This time it won the fight
Crying dark tears
Hiding all fears
All these long years
Her futures unclear
'Cause the window's tinted red
Broken, shattered
She wants to be dead
Nobody loves her
And no one cares
But life goes on
A sorrowful song
Rip, tear
Cut, shred
All of her feelings come dripping out red
A crimson tear
Drowns this white rose
Which you held to dear
But you never told
So slowly it withered
From the inside out
Choked by shame
Whipped by doubt
And now it's gone
No time for goodbye
If only you'd told her
You didn't want her to die...

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