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Kurenai Yuki ~ Crimson Snow
Contributed by
SugimotoYouki
on
Saturday, 24th April 2004 @ 10:35:26 AM in AEST
Topic:
Nostalgic
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cold, lonesome your dark figure appears the name they call you speaks scorn "kyuketsuki", a nameless vampire beeing created from the shed blood of the purest angel
a once childish, innocent heart it's snowy white was stained with crimson red and due the winds of time turned as pitch black as your wings
gracefully posing in front of the ones to your feet licking te blood your sacrifice has shed what beauty veiled by agony which once so gentle heart, broken under violence
you're the angel of blood the shadow in the light abandoned, illegal child chained to hate and darkness
you're the fear of the pure bittersweet torture, temptation in person you slay for hate to smooth the desire but only love can heal your heart
a name, softly whispered in your ear what truth does it hold "Yuki", a person as unreachable as it's name cold and distant you sure are, but where's the beauty?
once glittery white, dyed to raven black with the dirt of your sinfull existence in a broken, abusive world melting under any gentle touch
pain and hate absorption keeps you alive your own mirror reflection you seem to hunt someday it'll come to tear you apart falsely seen as a narcissist, but you only hate yourself...
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2004-04-24 10:35:26] (Date/Time posted on
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Re: Kurenai Yuki ~ Crimson Snow
(User Rating: 1 ) by bernard on
Saturday, 24th April 2004 @ 10:46:35 AM AEST (User
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Bitter sweet poem it holds a certain charm but to be honest it is not my kind of poetry perhaps I am too much of a romantic to be really impressed by this poem however good it is. Sorry
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