"... five senses."
Do you hear it?
The cries that fills the innocenct silence
with anguish and darkness.
Do you see it?
The soft body lying on the soft grass,
blood seeping out from wounds
covering every bit of flesh that is seen.
Do you feel it?
The desperation and pain that leaves the air,
all heavy and tense.
Do you smell it?
The rusty smell of blood, the sweet fragrance
of flowery perfume.
Do you taste it?
The small snowflakes that falls upon your tongue,
washing away everything bad.
The cries that fills the innocenct silence
with anguish and darkness.
Do you see it?
The soft body lying on the soft grass,
blood seeping out from wounds
covering every bit of flesh that is seen.
Do you feel it?
The desperation and pain that leaves the air,
all heavy and tense.
Do you smell it?
The rusty smell of blood, the sweet fragrance
of flowery perfume.
Do you taste it?
The small snowflakes that falls upon your tongue,
washing away everything bad.
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