Dirty Hands

Written by: Russell Sivey

Dirty hands Caress the evil pumpkin Light shines bright The candle burns from within Attracting the lost souls near The air dissolves Where the ghosts reside They come swiftly Speaking a tongue Foreign to our lives Fear swells inside The darkness harbors my soul And kidnaps my lost being The whirlwind Of the deep dark night Allows fear to thrive
Russell Sivey