Dedication: My (%(%^(%^& razor and shave gel, because this story was inspired by a razor nick....

Title: I know the color of blood

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I know the color of blood...

How?

Because I have it on my hands...

I led them into battle...

Foolish thing

I suppose...

Rash decision

now I see

when I look back

on those horrible memories



The day was young

bright, sunny...

The perfect day to

just relax

kick back

lay down

the sun's warmth

caressing my face

like a tiny hand

and then



evil comes

black

dark

evil arises

evil strikes

and suddenly

we are fighting





there is blood

was

now there is only

the blood on my hands

the blood of my friends

spilled on the once green grass

now rust colored

why

why did they make me leader?

I wasn't better for the job than any of them

my friends

now dead

because of me



they said that I had courage

they had faith in me

some "courage"

some "friend'"

I turned out to be...



I now know the color of blood

because I have it

on my hands

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Kind of weird, kind of angsty.... but... ohwell... r/r please!!

-Trin-