- I see the blood. I see it flow onto the floor, staining the next generation. It prowls onto the once holy soil that we call happiness. I see these waves of crimson pour closer and closer to drownding us all. With no one to save us, no friction between us and fresh air. I hear these cries for help like a siren in the night. Alas, there are no remedies for this pandemic disease we call depression.
- by kirie vega |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 07/05/2009 |
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- Title: Waves of Crimson
- Artist: kirie vega
- Description: Just a poem I wrote on the topid of depression and this current financial crisis we are in that is ruining lives every day.
- Date: 07/05/2009
- Tags: waves crimson blood depression poetry
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- kirie vega - 07/13/2009
- thanks
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- Akana Nasaga - 07/09/2009
- WoW
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