[coolgal]: 288.Poetry.Feel the Cold Encase You

Can you feel it?
Can you feel the cold encase you?
Can you feel the blood upon your hands.
Let the pistol fall.
Let it fall.

Shake with an unknown fear;
And gaze upon the massacre.
Observe the morbid holocaust;
And feel the blood upon your hands.

Children to be children
Forever and of more.
Never to live their lives.
Eyes of darkness evermore.

The Rain it tends to fall
On days of bleakness such as this.
Watch blood entwine in puddles.
And let the pistol fall.


-infamous b. russell