These open wounds they will not close,
What will i do now? Who knows…
Blood pouring all over the place,
i bow to my knees and say my grace.
those fiendish eyes of dark despair
the claws so thin like razor blades,
you bow down and praise lord hades,
but…still all hope abades,
Dark memories of broken times..
look at these devilish rhymes..
For only now this poem ends,
I tore it up and threw away the pen.

This poem was written/submitted by Nathan Karczewski.