she was sharp and naked, <br /> <br />her mass exhibits a mighty <br /> <br />torrent of blood, frozen blood. <br /> <br />shes a echo with stony veins, <br /> <br />and her blood turned to tears. <br /> <br />shes neather day or night, just <br /> <br />a face full of poison and fear. <br /> <br />when she sat next to you it <br /> <br />felt like, dark, with out light.<br /><br />david gerardino<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-tiny-bit-of-anger-2/
