Heart of ice
The color of black
Here I lay
Waiting for the right time
I have sharp teeth
I have a tail
I love to howl
But only at the moon
I scream, I tear
I scratch, I snarl
It's painful
It hurts
The time has come
The moon is out
I come to life
I smell the living
I am hungry
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Poem originally published on 1/8/2008
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Lines of a Broken Soul
PoetryLines of a Broken Soul is a collection of poetry written throughout my life. Each poem expresses how I felt at that time. Some may not be understandable to you but to me each poem is a scar upon my heart. Most of the poetry written within these page...
