A hollow stippling of a soul in the breeze
hiding in the bushes of perilous vexing
there are days when the wind howls
whispers darkly at the ominous night
feel the chill that passes through
dances coolly on pressed eyelids
floats tepid beyond the senses
know it's the emptiness that comes
right before realities' disenchantment
Jul 12, 2013
Jul 12, 2013 at 7:01 PM UTC
A hollow stippling of a soul in the breeze
hiding in the bushes of perilous vexing
there are days when the wind howls
whispers darkly at the ominous night
feel the chill that passes through
dances coolly on pressed eyelids
floats tepid beyond the senses
know it's the emptiness that comes
right before realities' disenchantment
