Crimson Haze

Fire Of Hate - Poem by Crimson Haze

Wind blowing my hair off my shoulders.
Blowing the heat of the fire towards me.
Picking up the ashes of my loved ones.

A thick black cloud forms around me.
A feel a slap of a hand print on my back.

I cry for the ones that I have lost in the fire of my hate.
Thoughts fill my mind.
I could have stopped it.
Why did I let it take over?

I feel the razor and my wrist.
I feel the hot red blood running off my arm.
It will be over soon

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, December 10, 2009

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