Crimson's Flowing

Crimson's Flowing

A Poem by Neroscuro
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A poem about war.

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Crimson is her hair,
Flowing with the air,
Summoning spirits of madness,
Despair.


She walks as guided by the wise,
And everyone follows
Like a putting cheese to a mice,
Beasts.


Crimson is her hair,
Nothing now is fair,
Everything is valid as steel mouths spit
Death.


And she seduces the strong,
Pumping adrenaline
To quench their filthy souls:
Soldiers.


Crimson is her hair,
Everyone prepare,
Brothers dying in the name of
Honor.


Lipstick colored red,
Beauty dressing death,
Footsteps ravaging cities,
Babies crying blood.


Crimson is the air,
Flowing with the hair
Of another woman in the land of deserts:
War.

© 2010 Neroscuro


Author's Note

Neroscuro
Please be constructive. I've lacked inspiration in the last few days so this poem won't be really good.

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Added on July 5, 2010
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Neroscuro
Neroscuro

Colombia



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I don't know what to write here. It's devastating, so I'll just start with the facts. I'm Colombian (Nice country, and not all that guerilla and cocaine ridden as so many people think), I'm funny yet .. more..

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