TOUCH THE RAINBOW

Red Path

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TOUCH THE RAINBOW

I take the winding path shaded in red

instead of hiding in my comfy bed.

The road widens and narrows its scope

as it weaves away from any hope.

Blood red threatens the night sky

as laughter follows up high.

Rivers of crimson red coat my tired feet

as I walk the road of shame and defeat.

Why cannot life take the high road?

I ask if I may be so bold.

Up ahead I see a bright light

as I rise up with all my might.

I run toward the rainbow in my mind

in the colors and hues, I hope to find.

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BLOOD

My fingers touch my face.
They glisten crimson
in the fading light.
Red drops hit the ground
from my moist lips.
I feel parched.
A thirst I’ve never felt before.
I look around at the fallen bodies.
Throats ripped open.
Sightless eyes open.
I’ve...

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My fingers touch my face.

They glisten crimson

in the fading light.

Red drops hit the ground

from my moist lips.

I feel parched.

A thirst I’ve never felt before.

I look around at the fallen bodies.

Throats ripped open.

Sightless eyes open.

I’ve become one of them.

 

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PUDDLES OF CRIMSON

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Shades of red fall from the sky,

Reaching the ground in puddles of crimson.

Footsteps of The Dead linger around Oasis.

Taking their victims in their mighty thrall.

Red keeps falling from the darkening sky.

Covering the grass and trees with its hue.

My face burns hot from its touch.

My heart beats blood in quickening tempo.

The Dead are tracking me through the woods.

I will be one with them all too soon.

THE DEAD GAME

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