Life Poem by sandra Leigh walker
Life
Death, hate, pain, depression, destruction, are all in the darkness waiting to be unleashed like a disease to hold you down, self inflicted pan a pool of blood is it your or is evil playing a demented game, a cry in the night, it feels so real and life is ending with a torturous pain that no one should indoor.
Wednesday, January 4, 2012
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