Crimson's Christmas
Saying unto her loveliness at 3am, "Scream for me baby"...
Blinking her distant eyes like an innocent doe; black pearls
Wild in spirit while shifting her gaze, unto this mirrors glance
Staring back a fleshly mask; dashing about the watchful meadow
Echoing laughter is it here or is it there and, come to me my love ?
A pounding heart with piercing nails; embracing, walls which bleed
Plead as there you are, sweet baby girl; severing once more, this pain...
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..."Crimson's Christmas" *
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