wolfaturdoor

WOOOOP AINT BEEN ON Here in a long while ............. sorry...

The world above has no idea that the world below is even here. Bury my heart and take my mind for my eyes see only hardness in this place of lies. A web so great and steel snare strong the way is crooked and miles long.I do not know the reflection that appears it is not me but a sum of my fears. Weathered in around my eyes the foot of the crow grows in size.Live by the sword,die by the hand of a starving lord in a strangers land. There is no hope and never was, the light is drowned, this sword is rust. The love for my son he will never know. Will he hear it in the wolf howl or call of crow? "Father" he says "Where are you now?" and to mine I

Frost . . . . a memory of winters kiss on my face. Arctic blasts that reign all the day turn to the eerie silence of snowy night. Clean, cold, dark and alone but not lonely in this quiet place. Something in the headstones gives my soul the will for flight. Whispers of love carried down with every flake are replaced with crimson drops of hate. And still her memory angers me into warmth or maybe it's the cold that burns till all is numb and nothing hurts.