Days run cold
Mind grows old
Flesh eating soul
And soul eating flesh
Either or
It's soon meaning death
Turning into the dark night
They move without noise
Doing their bidding
Knowing all will be right
Methoods bordering the limits of sanity
But who really cares
If they don't believe that reality
Of the ever dying shadows
Keepers of the evil
And killer of the same

08/14/2002

Posted on 08/14/2002
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