My Final Hour
What is this she holds in blooded redded colour
In empty look I realise that my hearts in consumed devour
For inside my chest it rested, a now open abyss appears
Pains of hurting scream as she revels through her cheers
Calculated and callous, the ***** within her shines
Confirming men and me in unison, in total undermine
As I fall to my knees in blooded redded colour
She's callous torn and twisted, as I live my final hour
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Copyright © James Fraser | Year Posted 2011
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