Iera Azmi

Join me
in a massacre of hearts
deep crimson river
filled with love and passion
you threw into the abyss
The longing years
so alone
waiting in tears
to atone
Such enigma seemed
puerile and silly:
You come in
without a sound, giving
such surreptitious
she promised,
to only take
a glimpse, only to be
besotted by you
and perished by
the tip of your blade
In the moment of dying
force to reconcile
her own mistake
she clambers,
drowns in the
thick raging blood
as you watch silently
and hopelessly
With a wicked smile

in your heart.
He spends waaaaaaaaay too much time on this, but he finds joy in nothing else. Go easy on him.
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