::[Scarlet Thread]::
Life of pressures, toils and pain
like acid waves upon my shore
that e're so slowly melt way
the me I thought I was before...
Misconceptions all around
spectres of forgotten games
who's players now have turned to rust
from teardrops falling thick as rain...
My soul is bleeding from the wound
that no-one gave me yesterday
I hope I start my healing soon
and from my worries fade away...
Take the razor in my hand
squeeze it now when hope has fled
I feel the razor's kiss and find
the comfort in the scarlet thread.
::[Matrix7]::
10-16-02














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But I think I get the scarlet thread part.
Nice venting BTW
You must be psycho
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Just a great poem. Thanks a lot for sharing it with us
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