Blood,
Blood all over her body
Her face shows no emotions
She was staring at her bloody hands
Not knowing the horrifying look given to her
Till a man in a dark cloak and a cross on his left hand approach her, asking
"Who are you?'
She answered, "I am Mary, The Bloody Mary"
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The Sorrowful Angel
PoesiaHi! This is my very first book, This is a collection of poems or things that I wrote when I was at my lowest point and felt lost in my life most of it probably shows how much desire to end every sheet of life that I have. I need to muster up my cou...
