Hakeru
01-24-2009, 04:37 PM
My hands are cold,
My fingers shaking.
Plots of old
Are dissipating.
A cloud of darkness
Floods my mind
As I thank this blade
For being so kind;
My only friend through these dark times.
My days have turned so black and white,
So yes or no
Will you live or die?
My fingers shaking.
Plots of old
Are dissipating.
A cloud of darkness
Floods my mind
As I thank this blade
For being so kind;
My only friend through these dark times.
My days have turned so black and white,
So yes or no
Will you live or die?