Oh dark stranger when you come
I would know your name
For when my loves are dead and gone
I'll love you all the same
YOU ARE READING
Bloody Words
PoetryPoems for the twisted souls who dance at night. The cauldron stirrers, aorta slurpers down right damned to hell life usurpers. We all have a dark side, I invite you to enjoy yours. For the broken and the damned walk amongst us every day.
