Pool Of BloodA Poem by angelRaindrops are slaughtered and the evil spirit is crying. Somewhere death will be mine.As my anger builds.
Lying there in a pool of blood
As whispering sounds come out As thoughts of yesterday passed away Just to walk to the end As I walk with a smile All twisted inside The dark side of me It all washed away As my anger builds I have no care anymore As I struggle for air Somewhere death will be mine Raindrops are slaughtered In the misty air The evil spirits are crying As the nightmare moves on
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Added on June 8, 2017 Last Updated on June 8, 2017 Tags: slaughtered, blood, whispering, walk, air, crying AuthorangelElizabeth, NCAboutI love writing, reading, making jewelry, crocheting, horses, car racing, and so much more. I love God, family, and friends. I love books and music of all kinds. more..Writing
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