On days like this,
Where I find no bliss.
And Every shot
well aimed,
will miss.

Yes on days like this,
where I hear a call.
Beckoning me
To face the fall,
and greet this devil.
Residing
Outside
My walls.

This devil whom
Iv come to know,
Who's hands holds truth
and who's truth holds full.

Telling stories
I feel his words grab hold
Like shadows in the shade,
They fuse to my bone.

Laying awake in bed,
Back in my home
Still a chill in the air
Lingers his icy tone.

I know it's to late
To heed his call
For he resides in my mind.
In my walls so tall.