Grave Wounds Of The Soul Poem by Heather Owens

Grave Wounds Of The Soul



Despair is your sword,
known only upon the wound of your enemy.
Blood is the friend you lust for.
Although with it, you are more lost,
so even your
sanity flees you.

Thursday, June 18, 2009
Topic(s) of this poem: despair,lust
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