Crimson on Cream
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Crimson liquid falls from my skin,
Drops falling onto the cold grey floor,
Dripping away my life and sin,
Wondering what my punishment's for.
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Drops falling onto the cold grey floor,
Cold, sharp silver my hand doth hesitate,
Wondering what my punishment's for,
Sharp swipe, cut of my flesh, washes my pain away.
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Cold, sharp silver my hand doth hesitate,
Fresh crimson liquid pours out from my skin,
Sharp swipe, cut of my flesh washes my pain away,
Familiar darkness appears again.
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Fresh crimson liquid pours out my skin,
Light my head does again feel,
Familiar darkness appears again
The blood from my wrist I know is real
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Light my head does again feel,
Crimson on cream my sight begins to fade,
The blood from my wrist I know I real,
Laying prone on the floor dead.
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Crimson on cream my sight begins to fade,
I know this drain of life of me will win
Laying prone on the floor dead
Crimson liquid falls from my skin.