The cold wind shatters me inside
as the darkness takes my life
the frost starts to spider up my skin
the soul that was there is now nothing within
the tarp just holding as a house
the empty pockets, empty wallets
as if a mallet has taken my life
this is how it is now
as i am poor
Sep 8, 2014
Sep 8, 2014 at 7:54 PM UTC
The cold wind shatters me inside
as the darkness takes my life
the frost starts to spider up my skin
the soul that was there is now nothing within
the tarp just holding as a house
the empty pockets, empty wallets
as if a mallet has taken my life
this is how it is now
as i am poor
