A love built upon lies, is a kiss from Deceptions wrists.
They doth beckon blade and tongue upon a crimson stained skin,
Blood hath set my words upon the flesh of Masochistic pleasure.
Yet forth is brought the era of blood...
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In Your casual and usual fashion you highlighted Love. It is Imagery I wanna tell you was Highlighted. It's delighting to read this poem on Crimson by yet another Crimson! :) :) :) Best of luck young poet yet talented and matured in writing.............. Bye for now!