Th3 Bloodlin3 Clan

You toss and turn in your sleep
Having the same nightmare
one wants to conquerand beat.
Swift images appear in your mind.
Bloodlin3,
Empir3,
Omens,
Mobsters,
Leading to a path with the word'Death'
written on a sign.
The sign is blind to the necked eye
One tries to find what was lost in the concept
of having a piece of mind,
For time is not on your side.
As you began to move back,
You feel the attack of breathe you seem
to lack.Your heart begans to pound with
no arthymicsoundYet, the terror paralyzes
you to the core with nonotions of facts.
Gunshots whispers through the darkLeaving
a form of a humans mark.Your feet begans
to feel like water soaked in driedsandOnly to
look up and see a vision of the ' Bloodlin3 clan'.
BY:W.H.L.2009 ..

This poem is being published at the
end of march 2011,you will be able
to find it at barnes & nobel bn.com
amoung other book stores the title is
From A Window congratulations to the other
of this poem.We will post all info on portal of this.

great news about your poem being publish
i wish i was that good.