Crimson

Crimson

A Poem by Phillip J Clayton

Blood will blanket the earth, I hope they choke on it!
Living in troubled times, don't say that's fine.
The world corroding, life fading.
Blind eyes turn away.

Remember my words when you see my face.
Death with or without hope is death,
I killed everyone.
Watch me die hopeless.

© 2015 Phillip J Clayton



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Added on October 20, 2015
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Phillip J Clayton
Phillip J Clayton

Jamaica



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I am a visual artist, designer and creative consultant with 10+ years of experience working in the visual arts industry. As an independent artist, I also pursue a host of personal projects and brands... more..

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