They're coming!
Silhouette's creeping
Everyone else is screaming
Like a song for a spirit
Broken spirits of tortured beings
We we're left behind shrinking
Monsters had lured blood streaming
Silenced by the strings
Of unforgivable dreams
YOU ARE READING
Echoes Of The Dead Poets
Poetry"Dark inks on dark secrets, full of wonders and ends, thoughts of the night of murky life." ©cover not mine
