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| The Birth of Crimson |
| Amanda is dead!!!!!!!!!! A scream calls through the night Followed by a silence Could this be right? Theirs a quiet mourning For the one we just learned to depart Works are said in remembrance Of love and a broken heart A clash of lightning breaks Cracking dear Amanda�s tomb Moments later the door is kicked in And a walking corpse enters the room �Amanda!� they cry out Yet she ignores them all the same Alone she sits in her own mourning �Amanda!� they still call out that name a name of vulnerability The name of the girl she watched die The name of the body she now owned �Amanda!� yet still they cry She stands and faces them And opens her cold lips to speak �Amanda now is dead, she was much to weak. Amanda, the equivalent to doormat, For you to wipe your feet. Your tourniquet, your one night lover, Is now resting below your feet. My name is none other than Crimson, Like the blood from Amanda I watched drain. And the last word that left her dying lips, Yes�.Crimson is my name.� |
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