Blood – a poem about…….

Watching blood spilled,

Causes us to be thrilled.

But not when it’s real,

How would you feel?

When it flows from a cut,

Struck by a knife in your gut.

Following a senseless fight,

In the darkness of night.

When you walk home alone,

Via a strange place unknown.

Selecting victims at will,

They’re out for the kill!

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