Crimson
The pain grew deeper, like an endless pit,
consuming my soul, bit by bit.
In my darkest hour, I made a choice,
to silence my voice, to end the noise.
With crimson tears, my sorrow bled,
body cold, vision red.
© Locke-
consuming my soul, bit by bit.
In my darkest hour, I made a choice,
to silence my voice, to end the noise.
With crimson tears, my sorrow bled,
body cold, vision red.
© Locke-