By A. Ottersbach The burning of the heat, Against my skin, Leaves a blister, Only time can mend. The pain grows sharper, As my blood pours out, It’ll go away soon, With out a doubt.
tales of mystery, horror and suspense
tales of mystery, horror and suspense
By A. Ottersbach The burning of the heat, Against my skin, Leaves a blister, Only time can mend. The pain grows sharper, As my blood pours out, It’ll go away soon, With out a doubt.