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The Crimson

April 16, 2010
By Alissarose PLATINUM, Frederick, Maryland
Alissarose PLATINUM, Frederick, Maryland
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Favorite Quote:
"Roses are red, violets are blue. My rose is white and its bleeding for you..."


Hollow sounds,
Groans of agony.
Haunting footsteps
That echo.
Bleeding crimson;
The blackness of those
Ebony black eyes.
The crimson,
Dripping over the
Shirtless
Olive-toned skin.
Drip…
Drop…
Little red droplets
Falling on the floor.
Shivers,
His empty stare
Sending shivers.
Feelings,
I’m feeling so
Scared.
Unsure.
Unaware.
The crimson…
Trails of droplets.
It leads to me,
My blood.
How is that possible?
Unknown to me yet…
Yet he bleeds my blood.
He bleeds crimson,
My bleeding crimson.
Ominous…
A shadow of
Luring death is
Overwhelming him.
It overpowers him,
Betrays his eyes.
Now I see…
He;
The man of shadow,
A stranger in death…
Chilled and dressed
In my very own crimson…
He is death itself…
He is master of agony…
He is a lover to his victim…



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