No Love
24 July, 2005
Author: HeadInTheClouds
Blood covers the ground,
Cries wrenched from their throats.
Take a look around,
There is no love to be found.
The grim reeper rides,
The current of death.
A mystical slide,
Come to steal their breath.
Souls soar into the midnight sky,
Pleading for their lives.
They are not ready to die,
Not ready to say Good-bye.
Good-Bye.....
------- Author's Notes -------
That is called suicide that went wrong, that they really didn't want to die, but did anyways. |
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