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Crimson Mist


She never spoke of thoughts that came,
always concealing her scars in shame.

But there was a strange aura in her home,
and the truth was revealed when she was alone.

And although her eyes where cold and hollow,
no one expected the events she had to follow.

But was she really that broken,
with so much left unspoken?

Still incredible how that one good-bye,
made her breakdown and need to cry.

But she left herself in your power,
obeying you 'til her final hour.

Now I wonder if you feel any strife,
knowing you where the one who claimed her life.

I wonder if you hear her screams.
echoing through your crimson dreams.

I wonder if you feel her breath,
calling for you even in death.

And I wonder if you see her wrist,
glittering inside her eyes of mist.