im a very poetic person, myself. i just never write shit down.
NightProwler Reviewed by NightProwler on . More poetry... I see in your eyes the unborn mind, The devil's contract, still yet to be signed... Bow ye down, before your god, The shattered cross which groans, doth nod. How so callow, not only sallow that you should hallow he... Cold hands reach forth, you beckon me... Into your emptiness, your shallow sea. And god looks down, in no way is he pleased. Rating: 5