Blood
“It was so wrong, It turned back right, To see the blood fall In the dark night.” She watched the Sun She’d deemed endless, Darken and run, Upset and senseless. All her problems Came out red, When her body Turned to shreds. She watched the Moon She chased for years, Become a lost rune, That fed off her tears. She’s craving life, She’s craving death, She craves her knife, She craves her strength. She watched the stars She hoped to live with, Fade in her scars, Taking her mirth.
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