The shadows have given up hope of light
They have barely made it through the night
They refuse to devour your soul
And so the loyal bell tolls
The sun has started to swelter
Death to the people wearing a sweater
And so the loyal bell tolls
Its the end of the day
The shadows come to play
And so the loyal bell tolls
But can the loyal bell toll
When the shadows have lost control
When they must devour your soul
And so the loyal bell goes
YOU ARE READING
poems of a twisted soul
Poetrya bunch of poems by a little emo who has nothing better to do you with her life and is like bored all the time with an endless imagination and love of music.
