Blood
Crimson red
Flowing through
Vain to artery
Heart to brain
The pain never stopping
Always companioned
Blood is pain
Pain is red
Scarlet herself
Insane.
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Lambs to the Slaughter...
PoetryI like writing poetry so this is going to be a book simply of my poems. these will be mostly dark but I will try to have some happy or at least slightly bearable poems as well. dark writing is kinda thing so its ok if its not you kinda thing.
