Deaths grip
The cold winters wind calls me out, out into the cold dark night i venture without fear. The fridgid wind kisses my warm lips. I walk in the dark black night. searching for answers. I can hear the roar of the river, its black cold waters call me to my doom. i am not thinking clearly the pain and sarrow the you have enflicted floods my mind. I can see my self jumping into the water its icey claws of death rip into my soul. the black waters claws are tearing the life from my pail body. I awaken to find my self standing at the waters edge. my soul screams from beneith the waters glassy surface. again my trust has been taken stolen by icey claws
love and blood
blackheart