Heart,
Cold as stone.
Skin,
Hard as ice.
Dark hatred flows out from it's eyes.
Looks o'er it's shoulder,
Sneers in disgust
At the little thing, lying in the dust.
Heart,
Ripped out.
Skin,
Bloody, white.
Quivering, quaking at such a sight.
Eyes wide and wet,
Trembling, on edge,
At what is so near.
Shaking, shivering, from sight of fear.
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Book of Poems
PoetryJust a book of some of my poems. Rosebud was my first poem ever. Other than that I don't know the order. *************************************************************************************
