Guilty Innocence 02-18-2011

Purple skies and drainy eyes filled
with vingence and disguise..
Sunny drapes as purple grapes all
a setting soon regretting.
For the skies would turn to burn
of fire of a desire I admire..
Set for doom a killer bloomed in
the innocence yet consumed.
Trails of destruction are yet
ahead, footsteps bled apple red..
For who is raised to be a threat?
As one lyes dead, as one lyes dead.

poem by David Lara
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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