A Razors Slice Poem by John DeBona
A Razors Slice
A razors slice
in a darkened room
Blood on ice
A welcome doom
The cold sweat
of passing out
Clothes are wet
A silent shout
Forgotten dreams
hopes are dashed
Blood in streams
Burnt to ash
Saturday, February 23, 2008
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