Signs of Sorrow

Hollow knocks on wooden doors,

creaky steps on dirty floors.

 

Empty smiles on shattered faces,

black eyes with evil gazes.

 

Frozen hands with painful grips,

of bittersweet wine drinks eager lips.

 

Broken glass leaving lines of blood, 

an open bloom returning to a bud.

 

Day old acid causing tainted breath,

hands of time counting down death...

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