Grim
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Crimson Love
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A cloaked figure left hollow,
Crimson Runs, Death follows,
This river I find, I bled for,
How am I to cross myself?
I jump, death watches,
I try to reach the surface,
yet blood crawls down my thoat,
I find myself gagged,
by the only one willing to kill life;
my own love, suffocates me,
yet I feel like I can breath once more,
this grim shall take me,
I shall find salvation as I swim.
Forever I shall stare death in the face,
and laugh, for I've died many times,
yet still I manage to survive....
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