Sweet Crimson Crown, by ♥ Break The Tradition Subscribe to rss feed for <i><b> ♥ Break The Tradition

silver takes the form
of a best friend that once was
digging into my skin
blood falls without a cause
the only one i have now
who i can trust to be true
a silver blade with crimson red
the blood i've lost for you
i give my life
in this one last fight
for i can no longer deal 
as my soul is lost this night
blood on the floor
all around me now
i'm drowning my own 
sweet crimson crown
Posted: 2006-02-06 02:47:40 UTC

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