Uncrowned Malice

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
Blood cuts and drips through us all..

Submitted: January 08, 2008

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Uncrowned Malice
 
A drop of blood, to much to handle,
Intake of breath, hand tight on the handle;
 
Condensation causing a sensation,
Once, on the window pain and once in the brain,
 
A tick of the clock, watch as the rain drizzles down,
Watches as it drops, Sharp cut by the crown,
 
The king is fallen what’s left of us now?
 
Ice cold blood tinkles through poisoned memories,
Cartoon images, shadows chasing, black, white and red,
 
Screams and shouting, too many dead,
To many dead already, to many,
 
Let’s leave it now, quickly now go,
What’s done is done, written in blood, down goes the sun.


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