Red

by Calisa   Nov 5, 2007


Red its going everywhere
staining my everything in
its path
It stains my cloths.
my sheets, and my body
as it slowly rolls down my
arms and from my eyes
The razor sits there in
my hand with red dripping
from the blade
as it catches a glint of light
from the moon i see who i was
and then who i am
i am sitting in a pool of red
crying ashamed of who i am
why wont you save me from
this pain
i am slowly losing strength
and drifting from this world
the last thing in my life
i see when it ultimately
takes away your sin
is the pool of red...of blood
that i am laying in

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