Archive for March, 2011
Cold Retribution
4The wetness in the forest soil, makes the area cold
I look upon all of them, hoping none are bold
Jumping to a nearby tree, ripping out the axe
Next I fall to my face, a dagger in my back
I can’t believe it is the end, what have I ever done?
Now I’m down trembling with cold, just wanting to have some fun
Chaos
0Time after time I wake up, ignorant of the chaos that I have wrought
I try day after day though I cannot, gather even a simple thought
Everything that I’ve ever sought, crushed as though it was naught
If only I myself had fought, before I the chaos brought
Then I could have saved a lot, as my heart told me I ought
Instead I myself in cowardice caught, residing now in Hell to rot
