Post by Lightningstar on Aug 6, 2008 11:31:27 GMT -5
Crimson
There you stand,
Towering above me,
Paws stained crimson
With my blood.
All I could do
Was beg you
For my life,
But the crimson kept flowing.
Who do you think
You are;
Those crimson stained paws
Killing me instead of them?
Crimson is not just a color,
But a feeling,
A pain for the heart,
Flowing endlessly.
As I fade,
A mess of tabby and crimson,
I see you and I hope
That you feel the crimson too.
