The blood of my body <br />drips out of my <br />hanging body <br />with a bullet through it <br />pouring out like a river <br />the never endding flow <br />is drowning <br />my huanted Memories <br />of my past <br />the memory of love dieing <br />the time... <br />i spoke to the reaper <br />the... time <br />i sold my soul to the devil to kill me<br /><br />Harley Morriss<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/blood-13/
