by Sylvan Lightbourne
Fearful of my way, don't you want me to stay
protect that night i may,
task till begun at the sign of darkness appears,
the darkness removes my presence here onto here.
That cold dark seemingly, fill me up to a dark unseeingly.
It's told, i cold, this the universal world
when that night falls down to a chilly- chilled- chill.
Take a good look, shriek when you hear that coldness return
that i strictly sworn, i torn that heart fifty beats and more,
when the cold rose, all they saw was a swifting fall
with a screaming assension of hurting bawls.
Give me back my life the way it was
to shrowd my shadow to another someone
because of a near no nameless name
youthfulness of wealthy wickedness,
worthy, wordly will vacate with uneasiness.
Because non shall be spared
i'll change that friendly look,
with a kiss of my cold steer.
Last updated September 13, 2016