Poem - 12 October 2013, 17:54 Carnage Josiah Lambert Spilling fourth, all unspoken feelings, like blood, from an open wound. Her salty words, Shall be my refuge. sealing my terror, healing my error. Like 0 Pin it 0 Support CosmoFunnel.com You can help support the upkeep of CosmoFunnel.com via PayPal. Views: 575 Rating: Total votes: 0 Tags: Wound Poetry Genre: Tragedy