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Lush green grass,
Spilling out the dirt,
Causing sharp edged blades to sprout from the ground,
And pushing harshly into skin,
Resulting in tears of blood seeping out of flesh,
Dying the blades an irreversible red,
The treacherous crimson grass consuming blood,
Diving deeper and deeper into soft skin,
Penetrating bone,
Grass no longer,
But needles now,
Cold, hard, metal needles
- by Arctic Whispers |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 01/03/2009 |
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- Title: Grass
- Artist: Arctic Whispers
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- Date: 01/03/2009
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- The Judged Book - 01/03/2009
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Hm..
Another poem with an underlying message. What does the grass really stand for? Pain, regret, a hurtful past?
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