I made a crimson ladder
Because I lost control
And with that crimson ladder
I made an exit for my soul
And with that bloody colour
It out and left my skin
It'll knock at gates of Heaven
But never be let in
Because with that one colour
I lost my ticket there
Yes, suicide and sin
Are a lovely pair
My soul will keep on searching
For a place it knows so well
But that search will only lead
To a familiar place - called Hell.
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When they don't understand (poems)
Poetry"We're all in the same game,just different levels.Dealing with the same Hell,just different Devils"~Unknown So no matter what we're all the same in the sense that we have our own problems that we try hard to deal with.Remember,when they don't unders...
