I walk really slow,
And watch them die.
I know I can’t save them;
A bloody tear I cry.
Their souls have been lost;
I silently sigh;
And run far away..
A bloody tear I cry.
I wish I was floating;
Flying really high..
So nobody would see;
A bloody tear I cry.
I feel the heart beating;
And I close my eyes.
But no one can save me;
From the bloody tears I cry
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The Ghosts of my past.
PoetryLiterally, the ghosts of my past. My pain and such. Poetry from 2008-2009.