White fluffy snow falls from the sky,
as the blood drips down my wrist and I cry.
Fears of death and the after life are all gone,
a cold body will be here by dawn.
I was broken by a soul much worse then Satan,
his grandist power was within.
Seduction and sex, those were his goal,
to every little girl into a dirty hoe.
In the end it appeared all so,
that is why I am dead in the snow.
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Poetry.
PoetryPoem all written by Paintingtheworldgray, they are older and some are newer. Don't read unless you like depressing poetry. The cover is not real blood, I made it with Fruit Punch Kool-Aid, so no worries yeah?
