Misery and Glamour
Crimson Tears
Copyright Misery and Glamour
Crimson tears,
Fall from my wrist,
Who would have thought,
I’d resort to this.
The blood drips down,
I love the sight,
Just a few more cuts,
And I’ll be alright.
Stepping back i admire my work,
My arms and legs all crying,
These crimson tears are the only evidence,
That inside i am dying.
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