Brent McCracken


Death Of Innocence - Poem by Brent McCracken

Evil has a face for I have seen it many times, eyes so cold, they burn your soul, I was a pawn in it's twisted web of desire, each moment in it's grasp full of torment, and dispare, before we met I was a child full of life, but once the hands of hell were laid upon me, my life became the death of innocence, what did I do to be entrapped in this hell, screaming for help but no one to care, destine each day to endure the fire of evil upon my flesh.


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Poem Submitted: Thursday, October 3, 2013

Poem Edited: Friday, October 4, 2013


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