I want the Crimson.
Don't want the light.
I want the Crimson.
Can no longer fight.
Give me the Crimson.
I still feel like a ghost.
Give me the Crimson.
It's what I crave most.
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Drowned By the Ashes
PoetryI don't remember when I started drowning. I was probably just born in the water. *TRIGGER WARNING!!!* My earliest poetry that evolved as time went by.
