March 5, 2009
By , hallsville, TX
thy blood is black
thy blood is witherd
thy heart is turned to stone

thine life is left
only to pursue
thine need for revenge

deep and dark
thine scars run

only when thy meets his fate
while i restin ertenal sleep.

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vampgal said...
Apr. 6, 2009 at 4:55 pm
is this poem confusing?
Kurizu said...
Apr. 6, 2009 at 12:45 pm
I commented...

GJ on poem, I am proud of you.
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