Kissed upon crimson with blade, is the illusion of love,
A piece of metal, thought to bring salvation dost only beckon blood,
A faint tinge of sight I am granted,
through the bloody slits of a once whole body,
Yet blurry and distorted this love has become,
Such a one sided affair,
Whats keeping them together?
Perhaps just the Crimson Love they share.
Crimson Love
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