Another Row
You corrupt
You infiltrate
You come in from the cold
Constructed from stone
You cross the room
You claim everything you want
And I can only watch
Dumb frozen
As you destroy the room with your mood
Daggers from your eyes
Knives from your lips
I clutch my chest. I fall through the floor
David Mac
Mon 1st Nov 2010 16:52
They do, Cynthia. I should know. I'm one of 'em.
Thanks for the comment.