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Crimson Blanket

A blood red pool
So warm, so deep
To be a blanket
In endless sleep

Not a care
Posessed in this world
Just the shell
Of what was a girl

Freed of dream
An empty head
The nightmares gone
From veins bled

Angel of death
With wings pitch black
Sings his lullaby...
No turning back

In this blanket
Her final rest
Think no more of the girl
That had nothing left

~THE FLOWING PEN~
11-27-04







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Crimson Blanket