Dead Boy's Poem
As my tears turn red, my cuts are deep sorrow and anguish fill my soul. My essence, my life's blood drains away as my wrists, cry for you.
No longer do I feel pain as my life drains away, this withered husk, shrivels up and blows away no longer do I feel pain.
Tears of red night into day, as my life's blood drains aways now on the path to decay thought of you wither and die today. As my tears turn red I welcome this day my cuts are deep, the pain is ending on the path to decay.
Copyright © Grant Baker | Year Posted 2013
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