Dark Soul

A Variety in Prose

coldness blowing rampant
through these darkened halls
mold and mildew growing
spiders on the walls

chains of life, so binding
rattling, with each breeze
taking steps, so carefully
stumbling, to my knees

money, a desecration
dirty, in my fist
wandering through the fog, so thick
lost within the mist

tripping over bodies
remnants of the past
how long will this haunt me
how long will it last

each step, a little closer
to the final day
pulling out a wallet
to the piper, we will pay

demons chasing spirit, soul
running for your life
gnawing at your feet, each step
world so full of strife

trouble in this world, ahead
what are we to do
running blindly into walls
lost, without a clue

vacant are the spaces, that
used to fill with love
empty heart, oh so black
bless us from above

fond childhood memories
buried way too deep
remembering the youthful life
tossing in my sleep

running from my past, again
hoping for the day
God will come and save us all
this, I truly pray

Nightmares from past experiences can be scary!~


				*A Variety in Prose* *Dark Soul*



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		Ron Kinard (c) 2001 coldness blowing rampant through these darkened halls mold and mildew growing spiders on the walls chains of life, so binding rattling, with each breeze taking steps, so carefully stumbling, to my knees money, a desecration dirty, in my fist wandering through the fog, so thick lost within the mist tripping over bodies remnants of the past how long will this haunt me how long will it last each step, a little closer to the final day pulling out a wallet to the piper, we will pay demons chasing spirit, soul running for your life gnawing at your feet, each step world so full of strife trouble in this world, ahead what are we to do running blindly into walls lost, without a clue vacant are the spaces, that used to fill with love empty heart, oh so black bless us from above fond childhood memories buried way too deep remembering the youthful life tossing in my sleep running from my past, again hoping for the day God will come and save us all this, I truly pray



		*Nightmares from past experiences can be scary!~*