My Crimson Lifeline


Beating within a hollow shell,
it's pulse sends me racing.

There's life still living in a tattered soul,
no death will I be facing.

The fire is lit, I feel its warmth,
I walk a thin line; pacing.

It's full of strength; it can't go out, my crimson lifeline.


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