With every of your words
I die inside
Thoughts run red with blood
Twisting knives
Blinding pain
Can't you see
IT HURTS?
I die inside
Thoughts run red with blood
Twisting knives
Blinding pain
Can't you see
IT HURTS?
The Untitleds: Blathering On
By: Amaelamada
A collection of untitled pieces from when I began writing free-verse to vent. Some bad, some decent.
Rated: Fiction K - English - Chapters: 25 - Words: 2,577 - Reviews: 2 - Updated: 11/23/2003 - Published: 7/20/2003 - id: 1362024
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