4Life bitter none to rare
Though I know no one will give a care
Life dying none to rare
Eyes closing, blood flowing
Heart pulsing, now slowing
Crimson blood flowing down
Crimson hair falling down
Oh, she was such a clown
Crimson blood flowing down
Life bitter none to rare
Though I know no one will give a care
Life dying none to rare
A.N. * clears throat * I think the beat of my poem. I know the words sound bad.
Mikado S Goldbug