Blood
Our blood flows like a stream,
When we peel back the skin of reality,
Everything that you once knew was lost,
Everyone you once had was gone,
Your heart is left black like the night,
The mind is stained with blood,
No idea what to do with yourself,
What do you choose?
-UnknownShadow
Copyright © Shadow Unknown | Year Posted 2016
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