YOU ARE READING First Class Poesía We're all dead anyways. ~Poetry d 36 6 4 by AnneNicole74 by AnneNicole74 Follow Share Publicar en tu perfil Compartir por correo electrónico Report Story Send Send to Friend Share Publicar en tu perfil Compartir por correo electrónico Reportar Historia Burned bright, closed eyes, blood on your hands, fingers, toes Where your cold stone heart froze, no one knows Only eighteen years, caving in on her fears Perfect diamond lies cut past bone, slash through your tears