Bloody Waterfall

Honestly, not the best poem. I just wrote it during school on the spot out of pure boredom.

After a strike of the knife,

the blood runs down.

Gushing, dripping, splattering,

it falls as if it's a waterfall.

Running its endless course,

heading towards the vast ocean.

The body lying on the ground,

blood dripping slowly into the stream.

Making it's way towards the end,

as I leave my journey begins.

The End

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