Stop they say, wait they pleaded.
But he kept on marching,
his crank broken,
his blood stopped surging,
as his heart had frozen.
Further he marched into the dark,
The world had finally killed his spark.
Every step further from light,
as his form shifts in the night.
YOU ARE READING
Random poetry, philosophy and thoughts.
RandomPoetry, philosophy and such coming to mind. Although be warned this book does prospect many things you may not feel comfortable with, reading at your discretion.
