Around, all around, the shadows gather.
My dread grows as the dagger of your words falls against my heart.
It crushes me, and darkly my
essence drips
to the broken ground.
In abject fear I hang my head
while death hovers close.
Now alone, my cry of mercy falls upon uncaring eyes.
This is death
My dread grows as the dagger of your words falls against my heart.
It crushes me, and darkly my
essence drips
to the broken ground.
In abject fear I hang my head
while death hovers close.
Now alone, my cry of mercy falls upon uncaring eyes.
This is death
As-Salamu Alaykum
No comments:
Post a Comment