Tuesday, September 28, 2010

Damaged

Tears of blood are falling down from my tortured eyes
One by one they're growing into puddles of my cries
The blood just keeps on dripping, floating all around
I can see my reflection through the red on the ground
I can see right through me but I don't even care
The blood has my attention, all I can do is stare
I cannot move a muscle, I'm in a little trance
Can't see beyond the dark red floor even if I had the chance
I'm impressed with its extravagance, the way it slowly slides
Intriguing how it captures me and looks into my eyes



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