her skin bleeds red and blood hits the floor she's tired of it she wants no more... she'll bleed out until she's done blood will leave until there's none
laying on the floor with blood all around
every bit of blood she's lost is pooling on the ground
she'll be gone and die right here
she no longer cares shes lost her fear
life beat her and she almost claimed defeat but right before she closed her eyes she seen a pair of feet
she wakes up and everything is white
The light she thought she almost saw was oh so very bright
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everything was almost gone with just the blink of an eye
but then she was saved by who knows who it was just a guy a
spot light hit and her lifes still here she still doesn't care and theres still no fear
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
rihytoric is present, the inspiration is the brain, and the magic come via your pain, good job cuz you used specific words to describe the situation, good job, and well done.thank you for sharing with us your poems.