His Stolen Blood

June 25, 2009
By Anonymous

I sit in shadows in the dark,
For on my soul there rests a mark.
The scarlet blood that stains my hand,
Is dripping because of my command.

How can I breath when he does not?
What gave me the right to take that shot?
How could I hate with such force,
Then weep with sorrow and remorse?

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on Jul. 7 2009 at 10:04 pm
xxxDiAnAxxx BRONZE, Gresham, Oregon
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Amazing piece.

You are very talented..

I would love to read more of your work. Keep it up.

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