This glass is a tool
This pain is nothing more
These screams are silent
Im bleeding but it feels so good.
I watch the crimson pour onto the floor.
In no time at all I'll be dead.
A contest entry
- work bank or pic. you choice no prewrites by serenity silvermoon.
900 points, ended December 18, 2008, 12 entries
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Comments
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this is a very simple poem but it is a very good one as well keep up the good work thanks for sharing and god bless
serenity -
bahh :[




