Tears come ever so slowly
sating my pain in their wake...

I was looking out my window
One sunny afternoon...

Pain tears away each layer of trust within your...
Each word of truth is lost inside the niche of...

Bare feet and rags upon her back
Walking streets she calls her home...

You can hear him grinding meat
In the wee hours of the day...

A touch of frost has hit my soul
Has chilled my bones...

November Day of Thanks
By: Twisted Heart...

A
Hunger...

Pitch shadows echo upon the moon
Vacant stirs the halls of doom...

In deprivation, she walks alone
With tattered wings upon her back...

She walks alone among the ruins
Distant is her hearts desire...

In the mist of the morning, she lays on the grave
A bouquet of roses in soft gentle blue...