The Forgotten ~ Eyes staring into Nothingness [poem]

Crimson-stained lips. The muddy ground serves as a suitable shallow grave, For those living in fear of others seeking carnage; Drawing all my strength, from the deepest darkest well in my soul, I seek what little justice for the twisted body, That lies in the wet field. A crushed head, bloodied, Eyes staring into Nothingness, […]

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