Hello Poetry
Submit your work and get some sparkles! Create free account
Iced blood, like syrup seeps out, From self cut arms and veins, I never thought I'd make it, Perhaps my life, my pain
0
Mar 4, 2016
Mar 4, 2016 at 8:58 AM UTC
Iced
Iced blood, like syrup seeps out, From self cut arms and veins, I never thought I'd make it, Perhaps my life, my pain
MrPeterJThomas
Written by
Mar 4, 2016
Mar 4, 2016 at 8:58 AM UTC
Request permission to use this poem