Black Wolf Poem by Satan's Sibling
Black Wolf
Black wolf arising,
From the cemetary gates,
Leave me alone,
My life still holds hate.
By the name of corey,
and the mind of a child,
He will soon hold regrets,
As I revert to anger from mild.
So I hold my hate closed,
From the thought of your future,
Because the past held no thought,
Like you're head I am sure.
Tuesday, August 7, 2007
Topic(s) of this poem: anger,hate
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