Made To BurnA Poem by PassingdazeMy latest free-form...
Let the blood flow down and pool at my feet,
Hands to the sky,I will embrace the sun. I dream in black and white, I sleep on this bed of nails. Let these shadows hide my true intent, The knife is at your throat,what will you do? This hand I hold burns my own, In the end I was made to burn. © 2012 Passingdaze |
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Added on August 30, 2012 Last Updated on August 30, 2012 AuthorPassingdazeBlacksburg, VAAboutI am 34 years old. I live in Southwest Virginia. I am a musician and I also love to write and read poetry. I especially enjoy strange and deeply personal writing. To my friends on this site: Please re.. more..Writing
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