There is a tempest
In the Temple of tonight
All of my values , morals
Are shaking cold from fright
There is a reason now
For all of my due fear
When red is the color
It has turned from water clear
There is red blood from the innocent
Caking on my fingers from their souls
They have been taken in their silence
Their blood has been dried by the cold
In the darkest of the winter
My seed willingly spills
Sickening sweet the cost
Of such a cheapening thrill
It crystalizes screaming
Without making a sound
Upon the snow white flakes
Of the frozen ground
You shuddered when caked
And cold ****** fingers
Stopped to caress your silken breast
Where upon they linger
I briefly touch with the back of my hand
Your perfect cheek that flowers this land
I turn to see a nor by norwestern star
It's my place , my home so far
Then into the blackness
where none of the living dare goes
Love takes a walk with me
Until it's suddlenly froze
Oct 28, 2014
Oct 28, 2014 at 12:46 AM UTC
There is a tempest
In the Temple of tonight
All of my values , morals
Are shaking cold from fright
There is a reason now
For all of my due fear
When red is the color
It has turned from water clear
There is red blood from the innocent
Caking on my fingers from their souls
They have been taken in their silence
Their blood has been dried by the cold
In the darkest of the winter
My seed willingly spills
Sickening sweet the cost
Of such a cheapening thrill
It crystalizes screaming
Without making a sound
Upon the snow white flakes
Of the frozen ground
You shuddered when caked
And cold ****** fingers
Stopped to caress your silken breast
Where upon they linger
I briefly touch with the back of my hand
Your perfect cheek that flowers this land
I turn to see a nor by norwestern star
It's my place , my home so far
Then into the blackness
where none of the living dare goes
Love takes a walk with me
Until it's suddlenly froze
Dedicated to Eridamus , the river conttellation .
Home of my star Cursa
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