Bled to Death

Published: Thursday, 28 February 2013 Written by Shekina Moise

BLED TO DEATH

Bleeding from wounds

Stabs so deep

Thorns so sharp

Cliffs so steep

Roses… My! Don’t they smell sweet?

Ah! A thorn

And sour defeat

Bleeding now

Hoping to die

Death comes soon

And sweet escape.

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