The Dead
Blood flows from the wound
Scarlet pools down dirty streets
Those who live know their doom
Life is gone, death will greet
Tears are stained red
Blood mixes well with tears
The living lay on their death beds
The dead have no fears
Copyright © Denise Brown | Year Posted 2013
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