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Still a fire upon my cheeck
From the Devil's hand.
Claws of silver knives,
now a memory in my mind.
Blood red tears
a stain on my face.
a staggered memory,
shattered within.
A glossy glaze
forms over my eyes,
keeping watch,
of the Devil's hand.
My unsoundly screams
fills the hollow air.
My soul cries out,
to an echoing wall.
Sitting alone,
in my demonic chamber,
waiting for the next strike...
waiting for the last...
My Slient Screams
alyssapurdy added this comment 2012-04-08 18:35:28-05:00
That's so intense. xDD
tears2roses added this comment 2012-03-02 18:38:40-06:00
Yes it is! and thanks:)
youngmedicalintern added this comment 2012-02-24 12:13:46-06:00
what a pic..loved! nice poem, is it by u?
darkfairy16 added this comment 2012-01-05 19:45:06-06:00
Oh wow very cool:)
cindybm added this comment 2011-12-21 15:57:50-06:00
awesome the girl is like ROAAR
alyssapurdy added this comment 2012-04-08 18:35:28-05:00
That's so intense. xDD
tears2roses added this comment 2012-03-02 18:38:40-06:00
Yes it is! and thanks:)
youngmedicalintern added this comment 2012-02-24 12:13:46-06:00
what a pic..loved! nice poem, is it by u?
darkfairy16 added this comment 2012-01-05 19:45:06-06:00
Oh wow very cool:)
cindybm added this comment 2011-12-21 15:57:50-06:00
awesome the girl is like ROAAR
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