O'Brien Poem by Ramona Thompson

O'Brien



Oh how I bet you wish that you knew who I was

Behind this mask of cold black glaring so bitterly
Running cruel fingers over and over again over this blade of icy steel
Insanity burning in my neverending stare
Eighteen years ago you cost me my all
Now it's your turn

2008 Ramona Thompson

Part of the dark human nature project

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