Thorns

Thorns that I bled,

withered and dead,

I felt tears that are shed.

 

The tears came rolling,

my veins started boiling,

More anger was storing.

 

The anger showed guilt,

crushed and more of it built,

red, burning fumes that filled.

 

The red, firey fumes read,

that it became said,

my life is already dead.

Reviews

[Sexy P3nguin]

Amazing write! The whole thing was phenomenal! The flow,word choice, and description was just flat out some of the best I have seen. My favorite stanza was this one:
The tears came rolling,
my veins started boiling,
More anger was storing.

AMAZING!!