Amongst the drifting snow,
I walk in the dead of night.
Wind howling as it blows,
Swirling snowflakes of white.
My path layed out ahead,
Lies barren and cold.
Blanketed graves of the dead,
Onward into the night I bold.
Weathered and stained by years,
Life's design they remind.
All worries, hopes, and fears,
All that was, left behind.
Entombed with them are thier secrets,
Of what for us lies ahead.
And we too will know the secrets,
Of what comes after we're dead.
For now my path hasn't reached it's end
It just hasn't been clearly shown.
It may be just around the next bend,
Maybe then to me it'll be known.
My trail now covered in white,
I tread deeper to see.
So onward I plunge into the night,
Darkness ever surrounding me.
© Copyright By Scott L. McPherson
Driven day by day,
Immersed in dreams by night.
Trying to find my way,
With no clear path in sight.
What does it all mean,
Our journey in life.
There's nothing I've seen,
Through all the heartache and strife.
I live as honest as I can,
Though in this day it seems in vain.
To be a truly good man,
And not let evil, in my life, reign.
So as the sands of time ebb and flow,
I'll walk my aimless route.
And take note of lessons learned as I go,
And throw irrevalent experiences out!
For we are, what we are,
And only if we let it be.
And with the right choices can go far,
And truly be free.
So out of my dreams I must live,
Out of the seemingly endless night.
And give all that I can give,
For at the end of the tunnel there is light.
© Copyright By Scott L. McPherson
Your flesh I desire,
Something I've longed for,
Burning like fire,
This I can't ignore.
I wait in the shadows,
In excitement, I sweat,
My victim, no one knows,
Until their is fate met.
I lunge without fear,
Grabbing hold my prey,
They fight for life so dear,
But this is their last day.
A slice of the knife,
Flowing liquid, red hot,
Begging for their life,
Mercy, I have not.
My desire now filled,
I lick clean, the blade,
Once again I've killed,
What God had made.
I have the power to take,
What was given to you,
As you, for life, claw and rake,
I make your blood spew.
So keep watching your back,
Especially when you're alone,
If your attention does lack,
I'll rip your flesh from its bone
© Copyright By Scott L. McPherson
