Poems of the Deep Dark Heart
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Her blood is in his hands
Spilled on the pages
Buried in the dust
Running from the shadows
Haunted by her face
Painted with her sorrows
Her blood is in his hands
Written on the walls
Bleeding through his soul
He fell to his knees
Words suspended on his lips
Her cries he cannot cease
He broke her fragile heart
He can’t forgive himself
Knowing her blood is in his hands
December 10, 2011 – Inspired by the first verse up there (It’s some random writing in my notebook)
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Dec 09, 2011
This is a collection of my poems inspired by the novels I've read. Others are inspired by completely different things. Some are sonnets, some are not, some are just out of the blue. © 24CasterXAngel1878, 2008-2012
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