He sees the colour
Beautiful red
He longs so deeply
For the dead
Long days and nights
He sits to wait
So sweetly craving
Their lovely state
They come awake
Decaying gore
Pretty legends
The week before
He takes them all
Seductive death
He shoots away
Their second breath.
---note---
i had a hell of a writer's block going on. so this isn't fan-tas-diddly-astic but it's something. and to everyone out there, i do appreciate comments, they help me out, they really do. so if you have something to say, feel free.
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