Allen gill

Rookie (07-03-1991 / Cleveland)

Silent Night Of Deaths Cold Fright - Poem by Allen gill

blood pouring through walls, death creaping down the halls, sickle in hand my brothers shooting rubber bands two short breaths, end it all chilling air calms it all. deaths in my room it's voice is not a boom cold and trilled so cold and chilled filled my soul i can't stand this all what have i done i can't run death's on me holding grip frozen motion cold sweat running down my face terror fills my heart thats it im gone

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  • (4/21/2008 8:31:00 AM)

    very nice write.
    i could feel my heart pounding.
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Poem Submitted: Thursday, April 10, 2008

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