My hair flows throught the wind in the dark forrest
coverd in white, my ears flicker up to the sound a howl on the icy moon lit night
then silence, i walk closer and closer towards the sound awaiting a comanion of the past, i wonder for hours attempting to find my way through this empty wastland, feel alone cold and abanden, dark and hungry. Thought how long i wander i never get any were, so i sit on a hollow log prepared for a long deep rest....
- Title: The Shaddows
- Artist: My Robot Balls
- Description: One of my many poems plz comment and rate if you want to find out what happens next.
- Date: 10/08/2010
- Tags: shaddows
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