Dripping Blade

by Sarah   Jan 22, 2007


The fire burns so strong, but so dark.
It shines off the blade so bright, the blood drips on the ground, now the blade is tainted, now the ground is tainted with my hate.
Blood spills to ease the pain, but all it does is hurt, the scars remind you of what hate is, remind you of what it was.
I was hurt, it still hurts, but not as much as a dying soul.

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