frosted fire


Hellhole - Poem by frosted fire

leavin the black grass
tired of this whole mess
headaches and red eyes
ive got a new quest

cant find no words to say
so I ‘d like to go to bed
to find my new quiet way
at the end of this bluesy day


Comments about Hellhole by frosted fire

  • Sulaiman Mohd Yusof (4/13/2008 4:33:00 AM)


    this is quite complex kinda piece.............leaves readers puzzling........... (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, April 13, 2008



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