Red, Drips Blood
Red, drips blood,
more velvet than a rose.
Soaks, seeps, drenches drawn souls,
rippling, waves of agony echo,
cries of pains unheard.
Whispering shivers,
through poor souls they nag,
blades rip apart, bleed the blood,
soak innocent thoughts.
Hurt, hurt, and more hurt,
reverberations so strong -
for red drips blood,
out of a shattered soul.
Copyright © Kaveesha Ruwindi | Year Posted 2020
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