Dark Blood Biography

Crimson petals, velvet skin.
So shy, so quiet.
Hidden within the shadows.
Unoticed, untouched.
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Every time I thought about him my heart was torn to shreds,
My eyes repeatedly shed tears of sorrow.
I thought of hurting others so that I could feel alive.
But it didn't happen, my heart crumbled,
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My companion has no worries,
His eyes as green as grass.
His fur like velvet,
His nature kind.
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I cut myself, I sliced my wrist, and watched
it flow without a care.
No pain, no infection, only blood.
I watched it flow from my wrist, go down
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I love him, I hate him
Air of death, blade of agony
My senses fail me when he draws near
how to play a woman’s heart
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