The CrowA Poem by BOO!I see as the blood drips from the ceiling.
No one can see
But me. I see as the blood Drips from the ceiling And I know Of the death I've caused. No one will know But the crow, That sat there watching me Cut him up. And the girl Who speaks With animals Will know So she must be taken Above the ceiling And her blood Will mix With his. And the solution of blood Drips from the ceiling And no one can see But me. © 2012 BOO!Reviews
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1 Review Added on June 30, 2012 Last Updated on July 1, 2012 |