Running down,
running down
Liquid thick and red,
running over words
It be crimson red
The mark of a cross,
marked by the cross
Liquor thick and red,
makings of a lier
It be marble stone white
A lie be had,
a lie be had
Honey thick and red,
only truth be lay bare
Words standing black to white
"I am a no one"
The words,
They be words
Smoothly thick and red,
blood duth boil
Nigh can believe such
"I can be nonother then thy self"
The words,
They be words
Smoothly thick and red,
blood duth boil
Nigh can believe such
"I can be no one in the crowd thee stand"
The words,
They be words
thick and red thus run,
blood duth boil
Nigh can believe such
Starve to thy death
be to ye self,
Alone for go to be seen,
care not I for thee
These not be tears shed that be seen
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Words From Past Always Follow
PoetryPoetry that covases death and life. If your morbid or have lost someone dear, please do not stop here. Every word has meaning, hear there is no meaning, just the raw feeling. In death we live In life we're held In memory, never forgotten In heart...
