Wicked Crimson

Wicked Crimson

A Poem by Noofwise

Cut my wrist.
Shame bleeds across this floor.
Wicked crimson of lies and guilt.
Buried deep, a darkness untold.
Redemption here in arterial flow.
Why aren't you laughing now?

© 2013 Noofwise


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Very intersting sense of sarcasm.

Posted 11 Years Ago


good stuff bro

Posted 11 Years Ago



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Added on January 9, 2013
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Tags: deprsssion, suicide, broken

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Noofwise
Noofwise

Tupelo, MS



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I am Noofwise, the Valiant. A 19 year old amateur writer with high hopes that people will approve of and enjoy what I bring to paper. I've read that it's vital for an author to be surrounded by other .. more..

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