A faint glint of hope, resting in his eye
Maybe his sister didn't mean to die...
They're deep...
Deep in the forest at night...
Brandishing his sword
He swings it fierce...
The autumn winds blow
cold and fierce...
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...
They spoke of tortured souls,
So outrageous the devils toll...
Black Devil tears fall dew on the morning's grass,
Giving re-growth to the misery that gave last...
Its not a poem...
Hey (insert name here when i decide who actually...
I don't get looked at anymore
my shoulder still catches your tears...
As the blood drips from my open veins
A tear runs down my face...