Left to die

by Janean   Feb 7, 2008


Left to die,
Lost in the night
An angel of blood.

Bleeding open wounds,
Bones cracked dry.
They left them dead
Dieing where they lay.

They wait for the reaper
To take there soul…
There lungs being weakened
And there hearts grow cold.

~*~Janean~*~

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