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
Copyright © Shawn M | Year Posted 2009
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