Poems from CrimsonWords
If this is the end-
If my time has arrived to its final destination,
May I not remorse it.
Give me the strength to
embrace the last moment...
I love my bruises.
My Dear,
I adore my scars.
They are my deepest pride
and only joy.
These markings upon my body
are beautiful truths
that...
I grasp the pain that binds me
and swallow it—
the chains scraping and ripping
into my neck—
I feel them tear into my chest
and I feel pain...