Saturday, May 22, 2010
The Morbid Haiku
Death becomes them now
The night is silent and calm
I'm alone at last
With the pools of blood
lapping underneath my feet
my fingers stained red
Those with broken hearts
and ruined dreams with no hope
They are not without
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