As red as fresh blood
That I cut from mine heart
To fall on your deathly pale face
That turns your cold lips,
Ruby red.
My love drips,
Thick and hot.
Over your peaceful body.
Past your ruby lips,
And down your cold throat.
Life;
Love;
Death;
I will bring you back.
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My deepest dark thoughts
PoetryA collection of poetry and short stories that I have composed over the year, most are real life but some are dreams
