Understanding to late

by Shanna   Jan 22, 2006


As the blood falls down slow
it stains the cold, white, winter snow
her hand on her heart is pressed
holding onto her freshly piereced flesh

she lets out a cry of undisguised pain
she realized that here was something to gain
she now regretted not letting her problems fly
for now, at her will, she is going to die!

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