Poems (writen in the hands)

                                                               Blood

crimson red pitch black night longing for cover hide away  cry lie die

Blood covers the floor painting the wall tears of black and white

Long ago filled with hope love no more no more

Rin it pours pours faster and slower running fast

Dieing slowly the raven crys die! die! with you sinful lies

the truth will die with the lies of you soul breathing stops

No more no less now they die