Cold, by Nightshade Subscribe to rss feed for Nightshade

I stand in shadows,
my clothes are white,
no one speaks,
no more lights.

I feel the wind against my face,
my demons laugh,
I'm just a face.

Silent cries fill my ears,
with their screams,
bring me fear.

Souls are good,
I love the taste,
so cold I am,
just a face.
Posted: 2013-09-21 13:42:53 UTC

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