SILENT SOUL; BLOODY BOND by Mide Benedict

red mind, red soul:
bloody bond
shrewd sword:
all for one
one bad tint turns
the white sap of a true heart
into the red blood

that whimpers in the night
enclosing such a betrayed being.

Everything is red for the poor soul
Everything it feels walks quickly into
The burning incinerator of smiles.
And as such felt emotion burns greatly
It cries out for help, tears in its kind eyes
But it becomes a bloody bond too
It receives the bad tint and there
It becomes enclosed by ashes of hatred;
Dark hatred.
All emotions become silent souls

Sorry for such silent soul
Sorry for sad silent souls.
Sorry for the fall that follows every fallen fellow.

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