Cold as inception, no appeal on the docket today just my own sin. The walls cold and pale in a cage made of steel. Screams fiil the room, so i drop and kneel. Slience now the sound, my breath is the only motion around. Demon cluttering around, my face showing no emotion. Shackled by my sins, and suspecting no return. Here there is no penace, my skin begins to burn. I feel the pain from that sad day of loss. Shouldve been dead on a sunday morning banging my head againest the wall, but now i aint got no time.....
Posted on: Fri, 25 Oct 2013 15:26:56 +0000