Fall From Grace
In a field of bloody flowers,
Stood a lonely boy.
Over him a flower towers;
Eyes him like a toy.
He tries to cry,
To run and shout,
But the red sky,
Has no way out.
He cries;
He calls;
He dies;
He falls.
Copyright © Zxry Cyan | Year Posted 2015
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