Challenge
Fresh Blood
poetry/prose
Fresh blood
The soul of another untainted soul had been stabbed
And now resemble darkness
There's a void where hope use to be
Stare in his eyes
Fresh blood dripping
From the hatres whithin
Smell the fresh blood as he becomes one of them
Feel the fresh blood from the lack innocence
Dead in a pool of his own blood
Lay another strip of our humanity
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