

Let the Crimson PourI can’t imagine the painLet the Crimson Pour
The hurt that suffocates him each day
Those hands that strangle him when he wakes up each morning
The knife that stabs his heart
The blade I hold
I wish I could drop it
I Wish I could just let it fall to the ground and watch it wriggle
Until it dies out and just lies there
I wish I could kiss him and hug him and make the pain go away
I wish I could wipe away all of those tears
But I can’t
Is it because I’m morbid ?
Though he still believes I’m an angel
All In
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"Victims, aren't we all ?"
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And again: No more gods! no more gods! Man is King, Man is God!
..But the great Faith is Love!
Arthur Rimbaud
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