About the Poem
We don't make a sound as we look into our own minds to find out where death comes from...
Loss |
| by Ladycat |
| Cries of red death Hollering down the varnished hallways of life Screams and teardrops Only to follow death We are the red death We make it our own We hold it close to us We cradle it in our arms We want to near it We bury it our hearts We add it to our lives and decision And in the end we crave the sadness that we bring upon ourselves |
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