Blood smeared across the pavement
Another soul lost
Lifeless form laying wayside
A messy heap of its former self
Its lifeblood waters the new growth grass
And baby green clovers
Teaching in its last lonely moments
That the world is a cruel place
And should not be taken lightly
Keep your guard up
And pray
For a quick and painless death
That's the nicest thing the world can offer
After all it did in life
YOU ARE READING
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Non-FictionI had this idea last night after a few drinks, a pounding headache, and an excessive amount of throat lozenges. In order to inspire me to write more often than I currently do, I am planning to write a new post every day and publish it, allowing me t...
