Anthem of the angels
Lights, red and blue flash.
The noise whirs in my ears.
Red on grey.
The light is fading
Even though the sun still shines.
Eyes so dark.
A song so beautiful
From the air around, from a voice
Like gravel under foot.
The last few words
Pass through blood red lips.
Red on grey beneath my knees.
Red hand on cheek
Blood and salt water dribble to the ground.
A blurred picture of your dying face.
There is nothing left.
Probably the most symbolic poem I've posted so far, It's basicly about a car accident. Really sorry if this is a sesative topic for anyone. I hope you enjoyed reading it-comment, vote and fan. (Thinking about changing the title-any ideas?)
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