anna E

Death To The Dead - Poem by anna E

Go off to this word you know, to eyes behold
to eyes abind, in this old mind
Death to the dead
Scilent whistles come from them
Chest caves in, bleeding in slowly
eyes slowly bleeding down, dripping purple

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, February 4, 2010

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