#1
Crimson Ink

I bleed in crimson ink.
It never runs dry.
I weep,
and from my tears
comes death and joy.

I bleed in crimson ink
and pull your lives apart.
I sing,
and my voice
torments your soul.

I bleed in crimson ink,
with hands dead and cold.
I burn,
and set the world
alight with me.

I bleed in crimson ink.
It never runs dry.
I love.
even as i hold
your throat shut.
#2
This is alright, but I guess it doesn't seem to have a personal touch. The themes seem really familiar, which I guess gives off a really "ho-hum" response. Sorry, man. Maybe I just missed this one.
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