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Covered In Red

White walls surround me but I'm covered in red.
I feel so alive but I'm already dead.
The wind blows through me, wiping away my soul. Just another deadly toll.
No heart to beat or fingers to drum.
I'm not asleep, my time has come.
Memories flood through me, revealing my past.
When will this end? How long will this last?
White walls surround me but I'm covered in red.
I feel so alive but I'm already dead.



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J-Poetry-R said...
Feb. 6, 2012 at 4:07 pm:
been a while since ive liked a poem this much
 
ReadWriteBreathe replied...
Feb. 6, 2012 at 10:49 pm :
Thanks that means a lot :)
 
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