Eros Storm

A Crimson River Flows - Poem by Eros Storm

The gleaming silver balde glides across the pale wrist,

A crimson river flows,

Another tear is shed,

While another take's a blow,

We all cry,

For our fallen brother's

When we they see,

I'm just like them.

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 26, 2012

Poem Edited: Friday, January 27, 2012

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