Drops Of Pain Poem by John Johnson

Drops Of Pain



Drip drip it oozs from with in,


It pores out of me like every comitable sin,


There is no god for me,


Just the evil from with in,


How much i wish for the end,

Wednesday, March 11, 2009
Topic(s) of this poem: evil
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