Friends That Bled
my heart that beats without a drum
its cheating starts from your fake glum
and thundering sounds of natures turn
instead does pound my beatless churn
and smell i may of dead mans waste
and see i may of dying breeds race
and hear the sounds of babys cry
to motherless frowns as the earth now dies
and again my beatless heart stops dead
and friends i never knew now bled
Copyright © Penn Kname | Year Posted 2010
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