Nine Degrees
Minus nine degress,
forgoteen keys.
Two cold hands,
no one understands.
One soul,
tonight you stole.
Now I am dead,
my blood is still red.
forgoteen keys.
Two cold hands,
no one understands.
One soul,
tonight you stole.
Now I am dead,
my blood is still red.
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He came for me when I least expected him and took my soul with him. :'(Written for ''April's Poem Prompt Challenge'' found here:
http://www.mibba.com/Forums/Topic/185135/Aprils-Poem-Prompt-Challenge/
April 2: degrees
Tag: PP02