Not all is as it ever was
Not all thinks as it ever does
While poems may be spoken
The words contained turn out broken
While the spirits seem to be bold
The body lies dreary and cold
As it sits, covered in frost
Its soul forever lost
Carrier vacant
Apr 26, 2014
Apr 26, 2014 at 5:43 PM UTC
Not all is as it ever was
Not all thinks as it ever does
While poems may be spoken
The words contained turn out broken
While the spirits seem to be bold
The body lies dreary and cold
As it sits, covered in frost
Its soul forever lost
Carrier vacant
