There are blind days
coming
That much I know
for sure
All of the Wild Men
are dying
From years of being
poor
If you sacrifice
nothing
you'll get nothing
in return
Move on out into
the mountains
And watch the cities
burn.
The Immaculate Musings Of the...
By IgneousMouse
A collection of my poetry which is commonly my way of dealing with life; both the good times and the bad, all... More