Welled Eyes

Blood_on_the_Street_by_CiSheep

Looking down eleven floors
scary, without doors

Everything dark, a dog bark
Red moon, in full bloom

A wandering thought, results sought
pleasure of flying bought

A painful scream, under moon’s beam
things turned red, street wet!

A soul’s end, hell bent
and birth of someone’s repent

On one side, blood shed
on the other, he welled up!

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