3 more tears slid downardly
You think I can not feel??
The crow squawks over once more
You think I can not hear??
The bitterness slides down my esophagus
you think I can not taste??
Your face is plastered to my eyes
You think I can not see??
Your blood flows freely from the cut
welcoming you to death
You think I can not kill??
wow that is so dark and deep, you are truly an amazing writer!
-always, sarahw