Blood

Drip... Drop... It slowly falls Down your arm as you collapse cant you hear our silent calls? In this, lifes final eclipse? Your tears fell before the razor did, matching the cold wet dew, For you were a kid you truely died before any could ever save you. Now I sit and think of when You slowly fell and fall Then I think "who was that then? The one that failed us all?" Then I think and remember, It will shock you after all That you wouldnt concider It was me that took that fall
Copyright © | Year Posted 2011

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