Pellinore
11-03-2008, 11:36 AM
Cold
The icy wind,
makes us cold.
Freezes our hearts.
With hungry eyes,
we prey for insanity.
Like wolves,
rip the flesh from the bones.
of a dead animal.
Like black crows,
roam the nights.
Worms crawl,
making holes,
in our frozen brains.
rotting in our skulls,
filling our noses,
with the smell,
of death.
The icy wind,
makes us cold.
Freezes our hearts.
With hungry eyes,
we prey for insanity.
Like wolves,
rip the flesh from the bones.
of a dead animal.
Like black crows,
roam the nights.
Worms crawl,
making holes,
in our frozen brains.
rotting in our skulls,
filling our noses,
with the smell,
of death.