Bleeding

the blood is very red
you can see it when it bleeds fromtheir heads
dripping down from their throat 
just like a root-beer float

bleeding through the souls of the dead ones
I don't think this will ever be done
fallling from the ceiling to the floor 
covered with blood as you come through the door

running down my face
at a slow,steeding pace
the souls turn their back on me 
why,cause I took what they need

deathi do not know?

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