Blood ThirstA Poem by Blossommostly about the Serial Killers... really have no idea.
In this field of death and hate
you come to bury another porcelain face In this field where the innocent lay still the echoes of screams are ever so shrill the seams of their life all left undone maybe it was time for them to burn In this field where no one knows why the grass was the color of the sky © 2010 BlossomAuthor's Note
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1 Review Added on August 10, 2010 Last Updated on August 10, 2010 AuthorBlossomSaskatoon, Saskatchewan, CanadaAboutLove to read and write enjoy almost everything love chocolate mostly write dark poetry but really I'm a really outgoing and hyper child. Weird... I know! Lets101 Quizzes - Online Quizzes Le.. more..Writing
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