Crimson Red

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I once loved someone,

even when it hurt me

I was bleeding all over,

called it art

I wrapped myself in pain 

so that the world doesn‘t see,

my blood wouldnt flow

I once loved someone,

even when i didnt want it

even when i didnt need it,

and called it love

I wore the crimson like silk,

I let the jagged edges cut

I watched my soul spilling on the floor,

called it art

I burned so hard, 

so you got the warmth

I thought my pain was the oxygen,

so you could breath

it was not art

it was my blood

it was not art,

it was the left over soul shattered.

I gave all my breath to shadows,

until there was nothing left

the fire that kept you warm,

has flickered and faded away

The canvas is barren and dry,

and i have no blood left

just my soul drifted somewhere,

I can no longer reach!