Pain
Around, all around the angels gather. My dread grows as the headsman's axe falls against my neck.
It severs me, and my darkly my blood drips
to the grass
while death flows.
Now alone, my blood falls upon bleeding eyes.
This is my hell
Copyright © Chris Holman | Year Posted 2015
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