Call of the Grave pestilence, In the cold years of forlorn doom none could stop the ever inpending death of galaxies the blotching of a new hope against the cosmic wind shield of old
doom unto those in the grave, as water runs deep down into the earth none escape it, none escape it
when? when will life be flicked out and we be brought unto the bitter cold embrace of death, until our dying breath unto you i spoke till dawn
but then, you did not care cold in your own zone watching me die as i sat there in the moonlight still drawing ever closer to that familiar touch of the grave still down i was drawn, deeper and deeper in love
still, my words of embrace fell on deaf ears as you were not my savior rather my deliverance my deliverer to doom and death akin.
than i fell, what felt like cold water snared the last of my soul and plunged me into the heart of insanity still i fought to be brought back to reality
or rather to you yet another river of blood flows, unstemed from mass killings in the far flung reaches of the galaxy a red tide in the universe
DarkShadow3 · Fri Jun 24, 2005 @ 11:01pm · 4 Comments |