Gold And Red
Her golden hair all falling down,
The only light among us now.
Her smile now turned into a frown,
Her hair now stiff when falling down.
The colors are like a sunny red,
Her pale face glowing even after she's been bled.
The masks at work with knives and tools,
I miss our lives when we were young and fools...
I see her now, hanging from that rope,
Her face so pale I cannot cope,
With the fact that's pounding down.
I am next, the time is close...
I feel the blood,
I have no pulse...
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Deadly Poetry
PoesíaTragedy, as you may or may not know is everywhere. Horror is a part of human nature, and at times, even poetry. Read these deadly poems and face the tragedy...
