I wrote this poem for an English assignment today, its called an Elisabethan Sonnet...chya....its weird haha! Oh well, I like it!
There's blood on the ground now
I'm almost done my show
I'll bend down and take a bow
I didn't mean to stoop this low
I know you'll be mad
I should drop my knife
In my blood, there's a face drawn sad
This depression is draining away my life
I just can't stop
As I sink onto the ground
You're going to need a mop
To the grave is where I'm bound
These blood-red tears run down my face
A proven fall into disgrace
