Stillness
Im so still
In the dead of night
the darkness can kill
Without a fight
As it comes
It's so near
I hear the drums
They strike fear
Dashed into my heart
From here i must depart
To another place i dart
My sprint is state of the art
I will soon be fulfilled
But this is not true
My blood it has spilled
And my pride too
All lost in the fire
The blaze without light
My soul is its desire
To feed on it is its delight.
Copyright © 2009
Copyright © Casper Chubs | Year Posted 2009
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