Crimson Red
Oh weary wanderer rest thine eyes,
Do not lift your heavy heart
Demise, oh scheming blackened soul,
Scornful glances do not dart.
Despite thy mind that has grown so weary,
Alas, black shadows shroud,
Surreal and blood of crimson
Loud, of deafening colors crowd.
Crimson Red, lay down your head,
And see what blandness means,
Of blackened nights and grey decay
That surrounds thy scathing misery.
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Dude, it is SO my 18th Birthday :D
over and out
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