Hatred
Bleeds through skin
Blazes from within
A fire without ending
A suicide bombing
My skin is pouring
My mind is roaring
A leaf in winter wind
Stream of sun at night
Demons do not sin
But angels they might
Copyright © Kevin Crossed | Year Posted 2017
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