A drop of red
Down the stairs it goes
It tells you I'm dead
Awash in the color of the rose
I wanted to be happy
But my life had other plans
Someone despised me
And murdered me with cold hands
You stood there as if froze
As he put the knife into me
As I was covered in the color of the rose
You couldn't have saved me
I don't feel spiteful
You were full of fear
I don't feel hateful
But I want you here
You don't have to be afraid
For I am here
You don't have to be afraid
For I feel no fear
YOU ARE READING
The Death Poems
PoezjaPoems about death, sadness, evil, sin, etc. There may be some poems that have the same theme, but all of them are different and original. Collection 2 is now published, so please check that one out as well.
