Footprints of Blood

By Arsonick

The fire inside,
Hurts so bad,
that the pain won't subside,
till the eyes grow sad.

Friends start mocking,
All your life,
painful steps,
filled with strife.

Alone again,
Always alone,
Always alone,
Always alone,
Always a-fucking-lone.

By myself, I try to live,
But all that is in vain as
I die each day, everyday.
My feet grow weary,
footprints are filled with blood.
Blood that is full of tears I've,
Let crawl down my face.
Sick and tired of fighting,
Fighting each day, everyday.

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Copyright 2004 Arsonick
Published on Sunday, June 13, 2004.     Filed under: "Poetry"
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  • SilencedAngel On Sunday, June 13, 2004, SilencedAngel (52)By person wrote:

    *blinks slowly and pushes herself away from the computer* wow....wait....have to catch my breath....*pant pant*....very good work from beginning to end, you had me hooked

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