Falling Red Ribbons

These falling red ribbons,
stream down my skin,
leaving marks and stains of chrimson,
that I can't wash off.
These falling red ribbons,
parraid all around me,
laughing and singing,
for me to be free.
These falling red ribbons,
scare the crap out of me,
leaving cuts the color of chrimson,
that refuse to heal and continue to bleed.
These falling red ribbons,
fall to the ground,
creating rivers of chrimson,
that flow all around.
These falling red ribbons,
they mark the end of a life,
leaving their print on the world,
they stole another light.
These falling red ribbons,
taunt and tease,
they'll dance all around you,
wanting you to be free.
These falling red ribbons,
are nothing but lies,
those rivers of chrimson,
are stealing your lives.

The End

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