• my crimson...
    pure, yet tarnished
    with the evils of my life.
    my crimson...
    giving life, yet stealing it all the same.
    the sins of the fathers passes on, i wonder if its the same.
    my crimson...
    beautiful, yet decadent.
    like the worn blade abandoned in the glimmering pool beneath me.
    my crimson...
    my blood, my soul.
    no better than the ground it bleeds out onto, and the feet that step through
    it.
    my crimson...
    my banishment, my redemption.
    it will bring me closer to eternity.

    to wander in my crimson blood.