April 10, 2012

The blood drips again, rushing through
The pool of sorrow awaits every drop.
The sweet melody of life is now lost
The gong of death tolls - silence follows.

The prisoner's life goes on and on
The drudgery like steely chains, binding.
This pain, and the blood, will only stop
When the breath, forever, says goodbye.

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