What is in a title?

Torn and tattered,

Red on white,

White litters the ground,

All around,

As white as snow.

Not a single drop of red,

None to spoil that sanctity.

Push,

Back,

Cannot stay here,

Not welcome.

Into the darkness,

The black as night.

Turns none away,

Into its embrace,

It will take you.

Save you.

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Faces,

All these faces.

None of them fading,

Stolen,

Leaving the lines of red.

Never forgotten,

The bleeding never stops,

Only slows.

Those ‘saved’,

Forget the ‘sinner’ left behind.