Blood Thirst

mostly about the Serial Killers... really have no idea.

In this field of death and hate
you come to bury
 another porcelain face

In this field
where the innocent lay still
the echoes of screams are ever so shrill
the seams of their life
all left undone
maybe it was time
for them to burn

In this field
where no one knows why
the grass was the color
of the sky

Author's Note

so basically I don't know what this poem means to me, but maybe it would mean something to you.. so if you don't mind sharing please do and also Please Review!

Reviews

Wow! just reading ur older poems. this one i realllyyyy liked!!!! does it mean anythin to me. yes. great work!