Blood Soaked Wings

So much…
So much blood.
So much sin.
So here comes the tide.
Scarlett red…
Eyes so wide.
Hands move quick.
Tears, they fall.
Why must sad people burden it all?
They smile.
They laugh.
They say how much they care.
But when you need them…
No one’s there.
An inconvenience.
I’ve always been.
As much as now, as I was then.
Hands soaked in blood.
Drenched around my feet.
Can I find peace with blood soaked wings?

-Holly Tee

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