Edward James

Dreams Of Rage - Poem by Edward James

A grunt.
A moan.
An exaggerated sound of released compressed air.
Your sweet lips parted,
And I heard your last breath.
Forever in my wildest daydreams I won't forget,
For I don't regret my actions,
But I do regret your blood on my shirt.

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  • (1/27/2008 5:05:00 PM)

    As if tortured /haunted /tormented by the death of someone very close to him (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, May 12, 2003

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