Your turnA Poem by BlueberryKisses
Red rivers flow,
As the speech becomes slow,
Dazed, vision blurred,
The amount of pain is absurd,
Salty water also flows over cold skin,
Mixes with the blood,
The poison slithering through the veins,
Just like it should,
The screams are not as peircing,
As they fall upon deaf ears,
Individuals dwelling on their worst fears,
Ignorant, naive people will say,
Your turn to die wasn't now,
But it will come one day...
© 2011 BlueberryKisses
Shelved in 1 LibraryAdded on May 18, 2011
Last Updated on May 18, 2011
Darlington, United Kingdom
AboutHey, Im Hannah :D I live in little old Darlington, I love dying my hair red and pink, but it always turns ginger :L (Im naturally brown btw) I own long rainbow gloves! :D I love my friends, and .. more..
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