Monthly Archives: November 2016

Grief the way you are

They who says you suck

Days you’re out of luck

Dance the sadly rain

Fountain of dirty pain

Living the corners street

Passing with turning feet

Choosly nothing of all the things 

Hear what a most heartless sings

An echo of emptiness stalls

As the hatred night it falls

Nor the fate to reach a hand

In the shadows yet I stand

God bless for the devil I meet

The darkness I mustly beat