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My hands are stained the color of crimson as I hold you now Your jagged breathing Broken skull As tears roll down your perfect cheek I say a quick prayer Brush back your hair And finally kiss your cheek You only cry harder Blood trickles down your jaw Teeth stained brick red And finally you take your last choked breath
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Jan 10, 2019
Jan 10, 2019 at 5:14 PM UTC
Crimson
My hands are stained the color of crimson as I hold you now Your jagged breathing Broken skull As tears roll down your perfect cheek I say a quick prayer Brush back your hair And finally kiss your cheek You only cry harder Blood trickles down your jaw Teeth stained brick red And finally you take your last choked breath
I have no idea what inspired me to write this but I liked it
#death#sad
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GothicEssence
19/F
Jan 10, 2019
Jan 10, 2019 at 5:14 PM UTC
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