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-
