IM HURRRRT! I cry.
IT HURTS SOOO MUCH! I wail
PLEASE HELLLLLP! I plead.
" Heavy is the Blood That Spills my child, heavy is the wound "
I remember, yes I do. I see you. I understand now.
It'll be the last time I plead.
I look at it. It's red... Nah nah, it's crimson. It looks good, enticing.
I look at it. Cool metallic steel feels lite now. Feels like yard Feels like home.
I look at the damage, the first art work I'm proud of. A Davincci in the making. I look at the opportunity that preed in, what the futur holds.
Now, I crave their pleads.
Truly heavy is the Blood.
I Smile.
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Heavy is the Blood! The Blood That Spills.
PoetryThe Rise of the character that we all want to be maybe not be. Short story, diary, poetry. This is just the beginning of a journey so real. The first part of the rise out of five. 1) Heavy is the Blood 2) Heavy is the Armour 3) Heavy is the Sword 4)...
