My, Life Skill
My friend, is
Death.
18 long years
I'd been trained
By dealers of
Mayhem
The Horsemen of
The apocalypse.
Now you strip me
Of my arms
Lay bare my soul
Push me through the gate
Admisdt the throng
No longer wanted
Now fit for
What?
Giajl © Jim Love
17/10/12 15:45