A Frigid Death

November 10, 2011
The kindling warmth of my heart grows cold,
My once content eyes fill with desire,
My voracious, hollow soul,
The icy hells fill with fire,
The final gasps of icy fiends,
The motionless meanings of the liar,
The end of all my helpless ease,
The end of me entire.

Post a Comment

Be the first to comment on this article!

Site Feedback