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cleaning up bloody tears

Poetry By: true pain

dead will define you if that's all I see in your tears

Submitted:Jun 15, 2012    Reads: 13    Comments: 2    Likes: 0   

she looks in the mirror staring at a girl she calls hideous, she is a bird trapped in a cage who beats it wings against its cage for freedom,she is the animal that will sever its own leg to fine freedom but still dies halfway.Oh!But what a fool she is, weakling, a coward, how sickening can she be as she sells her soul to the devil.do you like the sound of the dead in your ears moaning and knawing at your ankles your tears will fill your tub with blood,blood is now all I see in your hands stars will not shine on, you stupid child.Do you not see what I see,her wings are black and injured from her fall shall I save her from herself. Watch as I get on my knees an clean these bloody tears,feel me take your pain, and hear my war cry. I will save you, I will bleed for you and die in your place

so you can only watch me cleaning up bloody tears.


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