SOULS
Swishing with blood, dripping from an open sore
The days doom at the edge of a sword
Souls escape in the mist of the night
Only to see, the darkest of skies
With the cutting edge of a jagged knife
Ready to take my one and only life
Souls are searching in every corner
By night mist and over the shoulder
The blood draining from a broken heart
The soul is seeking out every tart
To bind them to the souls of hate
Why must it always end too late?
Written by: JJ 12-18-01
