Droplets of crimson red liquid
That flows through my veins
Slipping through a slit
Made for pain to slip through
But stuck in me
Refusing to let go
Drowning in a pool filled with my own blood
Darkness welcomes me with an embrace.
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Tales of the unknown
PoetryBOOK 1 Poems filled with tales told by my mind. Published: 07-06-20
Red
Droplets of crimson red liquid
That flows through my veins
Slipping through a slit
Made for pain to slip through
But stuck in me
Refusing to let go
Drowning in a pool filled with my own blood
Darkness welcomes me with an embrace.