Twisted

A Poem by Kyle Killera

Bright lights

Sharp turns

Sleepy killer

Cold storms

New eyes

Tormenting stare

Hate falls

She cries

I die

© 2009 Kyle Killera

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Annebelle Ashire

Few words,
yet intense.

""Cold storms
New eyes""

events so tormenting,
they peel back your eyelids screaming,
" can you see me yet !? "

""Hate falls
She cries
I die""

cryptic pain..

Posted 15 Years Ago

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Added on August 14, 2009
Last Updated on August 14, 2009

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I'm a dirtbiker with an ambition to go pro. I play bass guitar for a band called Moon's Blood. I love a girl named SueAnne and I write most of the music to her songs. My favorite thing to eat.. more..