Each time I cut my skin
Another drop hits my pillow.
I lay my head back down.
Upon this crimsion pillow.
Blood still dripping from my wretched veins.
Staining my silky sheets.
I slowly fall unconcious.
Upon these crimsion sheets
The alarm clock rings.
Slowly stumbaling toward the shower.
The scarlet liquid turned to scar.
And it rinces from my flesh.
The day goes by,
I seem fine, until I'm home.
My razor's deserted no longer.
Wrapped in my hand.
"Goodbye!" I scream.
Slowly falling down.
Onto these crimsion sheets.
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Submission Name: Crimsion Sheets
