Red Blood

A rather gothic poem i wrote in my journal a while ago

Red Blood

 

When i think of red , I hear screams , a vultures call thats hungry,and rain, and thunder its a bad night.I taste ham raw meat blood and gore. I smell rotting flesh and burning wood. I feel blood ,hamburger, and a broken heart I see dead bodies cold and lifeless forms, a crematorium where the bodies are soon to be burned.

 

By Absule

Reviews

[Jayden Goodrem]

That is great I love it, not the subject of cos but I love how you turned it into something good as such as this. It is a good paragrapher lit alone poem. I loved it thank you for sharing the piece of your work with us.

[ur_ginger_girl]

thank you. I wrote this in seventh grade for a class, and got told to rewrite it. just an fyi im in 12 grade now.

[Jayden Goodrem]

haha you shouldn't listen to them

[ur_ginger_girl]

i did, and it ended up darker than this one, read black death.