Saturday, 3 December 2011

Asylum for Conflicted Thoughts

Know the feel of a winter...
Mourning comes to a cold damp...
Sell all you can and renounce your...
Thrown from your world like a broken...
Idle is the man who only...
Praise to those who talk with...
Steal that which will never be...
Mist covers your tracks in the dark of the...
Knight yourself in the eyes of your...
Farther away from your time at the...
Alter your path and never again say...
Know the feel of a winter...
Mourning comes to a cold damp cell.