Treasure Island

Vignesh Ramakrishnan


Death


My hands are tainted and black
I am impartial and won't cut anyone slack,
When i strike it brings tear-shed and gore
everyday i increase more and more,
My grip is strong and has an iron hold
None can escape my gaze not even the bold.

Submitted: Tuesday, July 09, 2013
Edited: Thursday, July 18, 2013

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