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by Tony Sep 6, 2018
Dark, fantasy /
The blood was red when I was killed
But has long since dried and cracked
My body cold, no longer filled
With warmth, a knife is in my back
Eyes are cloudy no longer see
But that means they cannot be fooled
By all the tricks and all the lies
Muddling the blood that long since cooled
No longer boiling I've found peace
You just can't boil an empty pot
My anger, finally deceased
In the mansion that time forgot
by Ben Pickard
The Big Sleep sounds like a peaceful thing indeed...
Well written, Tony.