Blood Red

November 8, 2011
I stand alone,
Hands cold,
Bloody, hurt;
Black heart,
Shallow and empty.
Crying, pleading,
Begging for forgiveness,
And happiness to forsake the quiet And peaceful soul
That is no longer,
Part of me.
No longer a part of my body.
My invisible, broken body.
All because you fired that gun.
The bullet speeding fast,
Plummeting into my chest.
I hope you're happy.
I hope you got what you wanted.
Now I die here,
Rest In Peace' anything BUT peace.
Free from forbidden words,
FREE from peace.
'Cause now I lie here,
Bloody and dead,
Hands cold,

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