Tag: love hurts
Gruesome Bed
by admin on Jul.29, 2009, under Thoughts on Then
I burned the bridges, no retreat,
I took the first line, no easy feat,
Now blood flows freely my hands are red,
In this I lie my gruesome bed.
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