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Rated: 13+ · Poetry · Death · #1526796
A storm of red.
Red sealed the fate
Locked in a crimson seal
Bubbling over the surface
Ready to explode.

I can hear it rushing
I want to hear it brushing
Brushing up against cold skin
Red blood cells

Now their dripping on the floor
And I can't help but want more
But I'm too afraid to cut too deep
This rain of blood is pleasuring.

I struggle to put down the blade
Cutting more might mean
The end of my days
Maybe that’s what I want.

I'm lost in a world now,
A world where only red exist
The feeling it gives
The euphoria takes over.

I find the blade back at my skin
Cutting open old scars of broken past
Reopening old demons
Killing me slowly inside.

I wrap my hand around my arm
QUICK! Kill the portal
The portal to the past
Too late the storms already hit.

I cut too deep
And I was way out of time
I couldn't stop the blood
Now I'm loosing my mind.
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