The blood runs down,
My light brown skin.
Greeting the darkness,
Letting it settle in.
It's hot and fowl,
Bright crimson red.
How long will out be,
Before I'm dead?
It glows bright red,
Like the dark blood moon.
Don't worry death,
I'll be there soon.
My life now pointless,
And coming to an end.
The misery endless,
Until now.
The blood runs down,
My light brown skin.
I greet the darkness,
Letting it settle in.
02/10/16
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Behind the Mask
PoetryI have through many tough times through out my life. And i always felt like my voice never mattered. So instead of using my unheard voice for nothing, i put it in to words on a blank peice of paper. This became my escape from the real world and into...
