YOU ARE READING First Class Poetry We're all dead anyways. ~Poetry d 36 6 4 by AnneNicole74 by AnneNicole74 Follow Share Post to Your Profile Share via Email Report Story Send Send to Friend Share Post to Your Profile Share via Email Report Story Burned bright, closed eyes, blood on your hands, fingers, toes Where your cold stone heart froze, no one knows Only eighteen years, caving in on her fears Perfect diamond lies cut past bone, slash through your tears