June 22, 2012
By AkumaAngel BRONZE, Covington, Kentucky
AkumaAngel BRONZE, Covington, Kentucky
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Liquid of life,
spilled on the ground.
Shed by a knife,
you will never be found.
Dark as the night,
red as the autumn leaf.
Never again to see the light,
your soul taken by a thief.
Flowing from your veins,
leaving your body in a flood.
Slowly you don't feel pains,
you die from the loss of blood.

The author's comments:
Eh, not my longest, possibly not my best. But what do you all think of it? I'd be great to know. Thanks for your time.

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