Absence of Heat

Ice cold hands Hold on Hoping to warm up If only For a moment -Kel Dayheart

Blackout #135

It was crumbling around him

She whispered to him Don't worry little one I will stand with you

Like a deer in headlights I never seem to move On when it is clear I should if I don't Want to be hurt -Kel Dayheart

It catches at the edge The very corner of my eye, before

You are invited to die--- I mean dine, of course

Chocolate covered razor blades Gives an iron taste To ripped up tongues

Spooky nights are upon us With demons creeping out

Crows screech into the abyss Echoing until it sounds of Murder

I seem to have no energy As I laze about and whine