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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
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
Crimson Blanket