Silent Screams
Are The New Sight
A Fading Light
Of a Demons Fragile Flame
As they Dance
Through Souls
During November Nights.
With no Thoughts of Mistletoe
Or of Angels in the Snow
Merriment
The Shadow that Always Fade
It's the Ocean's Drought to bare
While we Hide our mask in her Grave .
We Bleed Treacherous Truth
Into Cranberry Sauce
Carollers sings
Flaws Melody
With the Spirits
As They are Met
Door to Door
Transient
To the Eve
of a
Starlight Dawn
YOU ARE READING
The Hum Of Existence
PoetryThere's not much to tell, Except I Have much to say. And I Will everyday, So I've Learned & managed to express , A little more in a lot Less.
