Crimson...
Crimson is the bloodshed of war,unnecessary deaths
crimson is the embodiment of lusting victors
crimson is the world turned to dust
In trying to create the perfect ife in this day and age, you can't escape the crimson
rose of pain
fornication on our childrens minds
crimson is the corruption of the culture
crimson is the needle mistress
broken wings flying high
crimson is so vain
crimson is insane
we all cry out crimson
Copyright © Gabrielle Owen | Year Posted 2006
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