Midnight Bleeding

Strike me twelve under ebony skies.
Stars glistening in wayward eyes.
Raven lips in a  pale disguise.

Walk the streets sole alone.
Crimson drops, a trail to behold.
Silver shines; a razors mold.

A midnight bleeding sings to me.
Bright red cuts gleaning clean.
Strawberry gashes set me free.

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