Wednesday, April 27, 2005
It is all raw now.
Torn skin exposed
to a midnight's breath.
Fresh wounds to bare metal.

Winter has striped
the life from these muscles,
saping the warmth
in it's icy hands.

Only the bones remain now;
brittle, empty.
 
This template is called "shattered pieces of my soul", a modification of "The Light : The Sound". (c) 2005 Daniel Josph Xhan. Use and modify at your own discretion.