May blood doth shed
you're dressed in red
Ive heard the screams,
and seen your dreams
The dead doth rise,
The sight stings your eyes
Your glasses do so shine
But their lens have cracked,
And you yell at them
But they've turned their backs
To you, to you again.
The pain this time
Is worse than then
The true heartless monster is in your den
Why does this happen,
again and again?
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Poems from beyond the grave...
PoetryMainly poetry. Some thoughts and maybe a few song lyrics that I write.
