In My World

April 18, 2011
By , Greensboro, NC
In my world,
the clouds are shedding blood,
the moon is stained red,
people are wounded.

You reach out for a light,
only to find it a hallucination,
we can't ever fight,
only hoping for a helping hand.

You can only cry for help,
no one will hear you scream,
only can cry and yelp,
hope to redeem.

Not only is the sky red,
the stars out,
your soul dead,
you yourself,
are living without a piece of happiness.

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