Its not a poem...
Hey (insert name here when i decide who actually...
Black Devil tears fall dew on the morning's grass,
Giving re-growth to the misery that gave last...
They spoke of tortured souls,
So outrageous the devils toll...
Snowflakes falling
from the sky...
You're the thief
You come to steal and kill...
So long since I've kissed those lips...
I've had her wine running through my veins...
The end is near
The ground falls away...
The ground was solid beneath his feet,
Yet he just wished he could fall beneath...
Listen to me now,
I'm not what I want...
Grab my heart, rip it out
squeeze it free it from blood...
This day of thought
and night of rest...
This is another poem i wrote about the Holocaust...
What happens when you're all alone...