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Crimson On Steal
wintersun

There are things that cannot be seen,
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once darkrness has infused the very being.
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Ink-like it flows through the veins,
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now the vessel for sorrow.
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The harbinger of fear and unrest.
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No spoken word to utter from tainted lips.
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The eyes give a fleeting glimpse,
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into an otherwise barren soul.  
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Hand in hand they danced,
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oh how they danced.
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The stillness of the night filling their senses.
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Drip, drip, drip.
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Crimson on steal.
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Oh how they reveled in euphoric pleasure,
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waves of ecstasy sweeping over them.
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In a frenzied moment between forbidden lovers.
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Hush, hush, hush.
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Lifeless and still.
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31 Mar 14


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