Work Text:
Crimson tide
By sablerose2
The pain inside scream and hide
with the coming of the crimson
tide,
One week a month why cruse us,
do we not suffer enough?
The pain we bear for being here
would bring any man to his knee's
They say we're weak we have no
strength and we're silly little thing's
We're mean and cry with the
crimson tide and wish that
we could die.
I close my eye's and pray for the
the week to end.