Tuesday, July 17, 2012


Turn the world to ashes right,
Before the black sun shines bright,
The rivers are all covered in blight,
No one is there to hear your plight,

With your face you once had frowned,
Now your bones must be ground,
With your body being drowned,
Pale and scared you run around,

Your thoughts now nothing but fear,
Screaming voices are all you hear,
Dread now look it draws near,
Your hollow soul is nothing but a smear.


I do, I do. said...

GET started on writing a book, you! Did I tell this before?

Great post!

quartertoinsane said...

Not to me :) I say this to other people :D


Maryam said...

Wow. This is really good!

quartertoinsane said...

thnkx :)