Scarlet Tears

by Estefania   Sep 23, 2005


It's intoxicating, the pleasure and the pain.
The way you run your hand down my back.
The way I run the blade across my wrist.
It keeps me coming back for more.
I'm yearning for it. The rush I get whenever
We're together. The blood running down like
A river turned red. They both get me high, to
A point where I can;t see the flood I was
Once standing on . Is it so wrong that I want more?
That I want the sweet feelings of release rushing
Through every inch of my body. I'm obsessed
With the taste, of your tongue against mines and
The feeling of the blood on my lips. My heartbeats
Faster every second I spend thinking of the Ecstasy
That'll be mine the moment I see you and the second
Right before my tears become scarlet. It's s emotion I
cannot explain, nor do I want to.

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