Lost
Malicious heathenistic vapors unknown
Surround me with a temping glow
Within my soul my desires ring an eerie tone
Raging chills they crawl my spine
A freezing hand it haunts my mind
Tonight on my flesh something will dine
Deep inside I fear this horrid place
In my tormented thoughts, I know I'm not safe
Soon I'll be devoured, every single trace
M. Lyn Church
February 18, 2013
Copyright © Lyn Church | Year Posted 2016
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