Dirrty Chapel Of Rest

An abysmal dare
Of a death deceit
In a crowded room
Of walls concrete
In dirty land
Of foolish play
In an ice cold bed
Where I did lay
To the brightest star
Of the darkest night
I can feel my heart
Beat like hell with fright
And I would creep back
If I were thee
To a place of death
Where my soul is free!






[24th September 2008]