Poetry Diaries 1: Nepenthe

14. Crimson Stained Hands

All those years of friendship wasted
The memory of you was tainted

My head was always fixated
I couldn't tell if it was you I hated

Or if it was me I despised
I wonder when I will realize

It was unfair of me to be cold as ice
To you who was suffering just as I

Crimson stained my memory
A never ending bloody misery

I should have been the one you'll marry
Not that slutty excuse of a lady

So of course I made my move
You should have known I won't approve

Of the way things stood
So I changed the mood

I was depressed and hurting by myself
Why should I be alone in this hell?

If there was something I could do to help
Then I would certainly do nothing else

If I hurt, you hurt too
You should have known that, boo

If I'm in danger of losing you
Then it's better that I kill you

//Crimson Stained Hands
Eririn