04 December 2005

crimson red

It’s accusations of treason
That go through my head.
A veil shrouds my reason
Crimson red.

Did you know that you drew blood
With the things you said?
Your heel crushed a rosebud
Crimson red.

All the feelings that I nurtured
Left me empty and dead;
My heart thrown out to the vultures
Crimson red.

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