In your handwriting <br />death lingered in the air <br />the letters made of blood <br />the words of hatred <br />a work of a murderer <br />this note I threw into the fire <br />but only to see it bleed even more <br />to hear the sound of hate, <br />surrounding me, choking me <br />telling me i can never escape... <br /> ~12/06/06<br /><br />Cynthia Sok<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/no-escape-5/
