The blood dript
Down the wall,
A pretty
Sight of gore.
I sat and watched
And that was all
I did.
Some hours
Passed away,
While from the night
Fled the day,
Yet still,
The blood dript
Down the wall,
A pretty
Sight of gore.
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The blood dript
Down the wall,
A pretty
Sight of gore.
The grey moonlight sneaked in
Through the cracks
And falling down on me
Stopped, horrified, in its tracks.
For, kneeling on the floor,
I had pressed my cheek
Against the tainted wall,
As the blood flowed
Even more
And still dript
Down the wall,
A pretty
Sight of gore.
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The midnight struck
In haunted tones
Upon the clock
Sent shiver through my bones,
For,
Turning cold,
The blood dript
Down the wall,
A pretty
Sight of gore.
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2007-06-17
06:36:26
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