Walking solitary sidewalks
in the cold sober night
Overhead streetlights glow
Solemnly
Like spitfire red sentinels
Watching us midnight creatures
Yea, our cold souls play wicked games with our minds
Steadily wasting away all rosy cheek warmness of youth
We are
Godless
Forsaken
Inflamed
Disbelievers
Jan 19, 2012
Jan 19, 2012 at 9:21 AM UTC