it is pale
begging for the crimson rush to color it
and decorate it
in its vibrant scarlet and vermillion
i look at my blade
it is bright
begging for the crimson rush to color it
and cloak it
in its flame of red and dripping life
i look between the two
they are sisters
begging to meet in the crimson rush
and bask
in the flaming vibrant scarlet
i look at my flesh
the blade presses
i cannot bring the crimson rush
the blood i wish to spill
is that of a coward.
i look at my blade
it presses to my skin, begging to free
the crimson rush in all its macabre glory
but it stays confined
within my shadows
red and black
blood and hatred.
the crimson rush lives within
calling to my soul of sin
still my heart holds it close
confined within to a close
crimson rush call to me
deny its song and still just be
skin is clean, blade is blank
courage or cowardice? my uncertain thanks
crimson rush taint my heart
but my flesh to blade shan't part
hidden close and kept inside
crimson rush i bid thee hide!