Unnamed 8 Poem by Salph Rage

Unnamed 8



The ruined dreams of fools.
Innocence like poisoned fruit.
lay wilting on dying vines
Helpless and bloody tounged.
Lifes unintented victim.
Stealing pieces our souls.

Friday, December 3, 2010
Topic(s) of this poem: innocence
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