- The World is Dyed With Blood
Don’t go outside,
Everyone has died.
All that’s left is their blood,
It mixes with the mud.
It mixes with the rain,
They all lay there, slain.
Their blood so cold,
So red, so bold.
The roses aren’t meant to be red,
They’re all dead.
Just like the rest of the world.
Poem by me





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