The rain calls for pained ones.
With walls bathed in blame's blood.
The halls shake with thunders hate.
In the wake of past "mistakes."
Sep 16, 2013
Sep 16, 2013 at 4:20 AM UTC
The rain calls for pained ones.
With walls bathed in blame's blood.
The halls shake with thunders hate.
In the wake of past "mistakes."
Request permission to use this poem