Ishika

Blood Bathed Letter

Featured in this letter,

Was extract of my enemies,

It was addressed to me,

And I teared up on these,

The accusations of them,

To my innocence in me,

Was fearing my heart,

And destroying my glee

I was counting the blood stains,

Brushed on it,

Cleared by my tears,

Was the bloody river in it,

The words endured my confusion,

They were pale as the page,

Red was in the ink,

And it was uncontrollable for my rage,

I finally framed that letter,

It was safe in that glass,

This war wasn't the end,

It was neither to surpass,

I want this blood to fade,

But i know it won't,

I want this letter to stay,

But I imagined what I owned.



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