Crimson

by KB   Sep 14, 2006


Tortured through pain and distrust
all alone with noting
a deep oozing crimson
which seeps from every crack and crevice
within the body and soul
crimson which cries out for help
each cry lasts forever
but none are ever heard
and none ever will be
for with each drop of crimson
a new hole is dug
and each deeper than the last
finally a certain point is reached
and six feet under is found
and the dirt is all that's left
all that will hear the crimson cry

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