Red drips dropping off the rope When did she slip back to being choked Choked by the world Choked by the anger No one to hold And only strangers Don’t keep your head held high Because the rope is just that height Don’t put your head down Cus you’ll run into knives If you look straight at the ground All your life Look around Don’t look straight ahead Cus you’ll get stabbed in the back Your Walking Dead Look all around and you will see Hundreds of people scared to be They never look around They look at the ground Or hold their heads high And in the end they all die But what about us who look We see the world mistook All distractions in our way Are not meant to take us away The beauty we behold Is ours to love and hold The blood drips off the rope Finalizing what she wrote
corey ray poetry 