Blood

For it’s the very things that keeps us alive

It runs to deep

Within our lines

For a moment it’s blue

Then deep red

For blood

Can’t equal life or death

I have no remorse

I have no regrets

For what I seen now

Is what should be

The floor of red

The rivers of death

For this is out history

The knives so sharp

And the skin so smooth

Can change one’s heart

From its beat so clear

To the silence unreal

I see it now all around

One color

One thing

The darkness of red

For no one else tell

It’s the color of our death

For it’s the only thing

That creates our next breath

 

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Reviews

[Kat Plunkett]

this is really good. i liked it:)