Red gravel, Dark skies
black, pitch black
where art thou?
where is grace?
As the blindness ensues
a harsh wind starts to bellow.
the cold quickly turns violent
whisping into a tremendous tornado
taking down with a taunting rage
Agony, sweet, Agony
thou shalt not leave me
Dec 2, 2014
Dec 2, 2014 at 4:47 PM UTC
Red gravel, Dark skies
black, pitch black
where art thou?
where is grace?
As the blindness ensues
a harsh wind starts to bellow.
the cold quickly turns violent
whisping into a tremendous tornado
taking down with a taunting rage
Agony, sweet, Agony
thou shalt not leave me