George's Writing
Death of All
Blood drips from poised fingers tips. Eyes squeezed tight to hold in the dark.
A chest rises and falls with echo passing breathe of life.
Lips tremble to open and scream all the hate inside. The heart beats begin to slow as the pieces brake apart.
Salvation is a poison to the ears and the deep cries of death echo in the farthest reaches.
Black tears fall down smudging the white cheeks. The world mocks the dark with its cheerful laughter.
Blood gross darker and runs down the arm. The eyes open burning away the light.
The lips part releasing the scream of hates reality to escape. The hearts starts to die has the fingers close
around it. The world’s laughter is now a deafening moan of dread.
The hand lets go and all goes quiet. Then soft foot steps echo across the empty floor.
Leaving the stains of her slaughter behind.
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