When blood is spilled
Life is stilled
It's such a scorn
To kill for a horn
It's cut out
From the snout
They are left dead
Their kind lost instead
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Poems Of My Emotions
PoetryAs the title suggests these are poems of my emotions. Some are sad, while others are happy or just neutral. I write them whenever I get an idea, and my ideas are influenced by my mood. Though not always. I like the more dark and gloomy poems so just...
