as the cold sets in
as the cold sets in
with its nipping at my toes
quest for my slippers
as the cold sets in
with its nipping at my toes
quest for my slippers
dust in the aether
drifting through the nothingness
things I used to be
on the edge of chill
delicate moving splatter
sandles in the rain
step out of one me
into that of another
wondering what's real
drifting on the wing
lazy circles in the air
a heartbeat races
with a sudden rush
not a moment went on by
all the pains woke up
with paper and ink
or a collection of scars
how will you unfold
among the wicked
and to be steeped in their ways
how to judge the damned
as the night goes cold
feeling as he drifts nearby
who has he come for
death walks among us
for some time has run out
what remains for you