The Banshee Of Sorrow

by RedDeadShore   Mar 5, 2008


Deprived and broken down, I’m the dying clown,
Fiery steamed and boils, dead and black green soils,
I cheer for what never started, I am now gone and departed,
My bleeding reddened rose, alls left are my woes,
Laying in the shadow of doom, I’m filled with blood and an empty room.

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