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Wandering Scarlet

(June 1,1991 / Richmond hill)

Rain of Knives


falling
piercing
killing everything
i cant get out
i cant hide
i cant run
they strike me
every blow
like being shot a thousand times
blood trickling from my wounds
i try to stop it
it only enrages the flow
my hands turn red
pain like title waves
smashing into my soul
like mountains
falling from the sky
im hit again
pain flowing faster
the ground turns red
i now realize
im almost dead...

Submitted: Thursday, April 05, 2007
Edited: Friday, February 11, 2011

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