Blasphemous Poetry ~ Children of the Nails
Following like children at the zoo. Wondering if the sun will rise again. Son now fallen! Fallen by choice. Cool wind chilling. Frigid hearts. Warmed by his death. Unconcerned. Because: lies. Cold and dead. Only human. Not a single tear shed. When the son fell. Night reclines, hearing their call. Zombies never walked, among the […]