Friday, September 2, 2011

Older Poem, but I never posted it

Blood-Stained Hands

Once remembered, twice forgotten

Who has died, and who has fallen?

You can cry all you want to

But the darkness still surrounds you

Once trusted, twice betrayed

Blood smeared, where they lay

You can show now, where you stand

But that doesn’t hide your blood-stained hands

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