Crimson Tide And Cyonide

Crimson tide and cyonide washing upon this hellbent world. Of blood and poison tears staining the life so spoiled. And the rain shatteres against my tained head. I lift my eyes. No dusk, no dawn. Only just red. This existence is sin. Unpure blood splattered from skin. Wiped against the world's once called cleanliness. So im left to forget I have no holiness. Im scrapped from the bottom of life's shoe. I am prisoner to life a new. With this crimson tide I subside. Deep into a new born day. Bloody tears upon my face and poison upon my heart. Lingering the past so much I fray. But its lost and gone. Forever apart.

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