Glossy eyes.
Glossy green eyes.
Whispered secrets.
Whispered lies.
Slow breathing.
Breathing slow.
Bright red blood-
Spilled in the snow.
Christmas lights.
Cheery sounds.
Hear their cries-
From underground.
Glossy eyes-
Are staring still.
Don't dare leave-
The window sill.
"No more eyes no more lies no more cries!"
Blood. Warm red blood.
You've turned fresh snow to mud.
YOU ARE READING
Poetry
Puisi"I would define, in brief, the poetry of words as the rhythmical creation of Beauty." -Edgar Allan Poe
