Dancing in this pool of blood,
And drowning in crimson love,
Crimson blood,
That never flees,
Only when you put a stab wound in me,
Close to death,
I hope you know,
That crimson blood,
Is not mine anymore,
You let me die,
In front of everyone
That I love,
I hope you know
That I am no longer full of
CRIMSON BLOOD! ! ! ! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I Like It :) Great Poem (change anymore-] alone; syllable match-up ;)