(death topic) Blood daisies: The blood still flows, still grows… Berlin,1945 He sat there, in this abandoned building, merely waiting to die. He felt the enemy close, felt death approaching slowly wanting to consume his last harsh breath. The blackened sky had fallen. In this deserted yet faltering night, all that could be heard was… Continue reading Blood Daisies:The blood still flows, still grows
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To
To the shining star in the blackened sky, To anyone near me, hear my cry, I need to feel the need to live, Before I have no more to give,