Red
I am red now. Blood-shed red.I cut your wrists,
in a moment of temporarily insanity.
Yes, I lost control.
For a little while.
The red clots fast, sticky hard.
A mask is formed by the red.
I hide behind your blood,
so that nobody can see what I have done.
I told you your red would be mine.
My red has been yours for a very long time.
You drained me that night.
And so you survived thanks to me.
Until now.
My red mask will hide me forever.
Poetry by Daybreaker
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Written on 2005-11-05 at 00:08
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