Deadening the Days

Written by: Winter Wallace

the cool eastern muds of a destroyed day
the still,vacant bodies awaiting decay

a tear shed for a soul
a heart broken now a hole

Wade in the safety of a western morn
steady your head, prepare for your storm

Reach for an end to this despair
with bleeding fingers, and tangled hair

scream a scream as loud as a war
roar a roar as large as a boar

the silence will still come, and then who will love you?