Scavenged on barren hearts,
I lie on the fallen hearts of unborn births,
Lie to me, little crow ridden with darts,
For I am a coward, afraid of her,
She toys with the rope round my neck, yet chains my feet to the stool beneath,
God and Devil, Life and Death,
Was there ever a difference Man had left?
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No one Gives a Damn
PoetryPoems I have written about feelings and things no one probably gives a damn about. I'm on Facebook as The Writer. (Nevermind, no one gives a damn anyway)
