Life

 

Blood pouring down the walls, like slow crimson rivers of death,

And we fight for another beginning to follow this darkened end.

And pain has not been by in quite some time,

When the last decent person was set in the ground…

Sometimes I try to think about the difference,

But now I cannot believe how my mind won’t wrap around

This bullshit excuse you have for a life.

Reviews

[Kon™]

straight forwards and upfront, i like that feeling. You have very good description here and you i like the thoughts that were said in this poem. my favorite line has to be the first and the last, I found that the first line drew me in and the last was upfront and an excellent way to end. great job! :)