Staring at graves On chilly winter nights The dead live in dirt and ice Forever afterthoughts Knocking at cedar doors But who is brave enough to beckon the call? No one, never! Not even the angels Floating on the edge of heaven Melancholy, drained of their joys
Staring At Graves
Staring At Graves
Staring At Graves
Staring at graves On chilly winter nights The dead live in dirt and ice Forever afterthoughts Knocking at cedar doors But who is brave enough to beckon the call? No one, never! Not even the angels Floating on the edge of heaven Melancholy, drained of their joys