they lay safe inside, their doors locked tight, dreaming of the day to come. i shiver on the front step, tired from my frantic knocking gone unheard. Snow falls in quiet piles around me, creeping towards me, ever closer, wrapping a cold vice around me as I freeze to death. And they lay inside, without a care for the one locked out, the one who's corpse will greet them the next morning.
Araya_Sunshine_Luvz_ya · Sat Dec 19, 2009 @ 04:49pm · 0 Comments |