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(the color of the blood)

December 08th, 2010 | Category: Poem

It might be over when the clouds catch fire
It might be colder when you climb higher
It might be
(depends on the color of the blood)

You could talk to me and I would hear
You could cry with me and share your tears
You could
(depends on the color of the blood)

Tantalizing scream and scintillating dream
Sudden silence as you enter the scene
You slip and fall and crack your skull
The brilliant blaze of infinity

It will feel hollow when the ache is on
It will be painful when the love is gone
It will
(depends on the color of the blood)

It should last all the years
It should scatter all the fears
It should
(depends on the color of the blood)

Enthralling shine wishing you were mine
Vacuum and boom right before the crime
You slip and impale your heart
In the crown of light just before the dark

(depends on the color of the blood)

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