All Out

I'm all out of faith It died a quiet death When I was only eight It was laid to rest Right beside him -Kel Dayheart

Snooze

It's the middle of the night And I can't sleep No matter what I try I can't turn my thoughts off Thinking of everything Thinking of nothing All at the same time -Kel Dayheart

Frosty

The damp chill of the air Is sinking in Bone deep it wraps Until I fear I will Never again Be warm -Kel Dayheart

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