Crimson

by |[X]|BRoKeNxHeaRTeD|[X]|   Jan 24, 2006


The color that most fear, but others thrill. The thought of its relations give me a chill.

The blood that flows through veins. And seeps out through the cuts made. In times of sadness and anger, the cuts bring security, and a feeling of power over life.

And now I say to you this color that is feared. Don't forget that it brings many tears, and that it can take a life.

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