I feel the cold
The cold of the edge touch
The heat of my essence
pain is my aggressor
you ghost are my sorrow
hot pours down my face
and a change in my chest burns
wilting and withering
Without my ghost
With out my future
I have no sanctity or salvation
dragging it slowly
offers the most retribution
repenting to the gods
for the dancing dragons on the walls
the dragons see it all
but their smoke will never tell
Nov 28, 2013
Nov 28, 2013 at 3:02 AM UTC
I feel the cold
The cold of the edge touch
The heat of my essence
pain is my aggressor
you ghost are my sorrow
hot pours down my face
and a change in my chest burns
wilting and withering
Without my ghost
With out my future
I have no sanctity or salvation
dragging it slowly
offers the most retribution
repenting to the gods
for the dancing dragons on the walls
the dragons see it all
but their smoke will never tell
