Hoping to turn this into some lyrics...
Shadows dance along the walls,
Voices call your name from down the hall
as clocks echo through fate
ringing in a date, with the grim reaper.
Tales of hell are sribbled in blood, across winter lips
that hush your angels laughter.
A life is whithered and burned like filmstrips
by an outraged director trapped in your dying mind.
Scenes slowly come to a halt and eyes cease to see
the soul staring back from this war torn face. REWIND.
3 days ago