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Strawberry snow
written by Trapezium06:14 PM 12/17/04Blood red icycles form on my wrist,
The cold harsh wind blows them off,
They fall to the floor and shatter my soul,
The ice melts and create puddles of blood.
My art is always painted with crimson,
And my body is my living canvas,
My razorblade is my brush,
This art shows the feeling of pain, don't you think?
I believe in lots of things, you may believe them too,
I believe the fallen angels are watching over me,
When I walk alone in strawberry snow,
When I walk alone in strawberry snow.
Angels bleed just as I do all the time,
I guess even they have to put up with the pain few feel,
I don't think Angels can become numb at all,
Unless they walk in strawberry snow.
A flicker of red flies from my wrist,
And the blood from me lands in it's icy bed,
The effect is one I call strawberry snow,
The effect is one I call strawberry snow. |
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| » Comments / Feedback | by melons (12-17-2004 - 06:19 PM)
| you tried something new didnt you kewl its good :) |
by FeeFee (12-17-2004 - 06:19 PM)
| this poem shows that you should stay away from red snow as well as yellow snow |
by blood_fang (12-17-2004 - 08:04 PM)
| this makes me hungry. blood snow is yummy! |
by Genocide Reaper (12-17-2004 - 08:39 PM)
by maledeth (12-18-2004 - 07:08 AM)
| Hey Kahno...you know what, Brit?! Good poem....I really like it. |
by (anonymous) (1-19-2005 - 09:27 PM)
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