A Soulless Night: Written in Blood Black Ink

Did you ever walk on a black and soulless night?

Where the Stars never ever show their light.

Alone where nothing lives, except your mind.
And memories of your sad life, left so far behind.

All your dreams are now bitter drags of soured milk.
Never again will you touch another soul in sweet and sexy silk.

For now you have entered the land of endless guilt.

Walking alone in the ruins of the life you 'ave build.

The Gun is cold and taste so bitter as you hold it in your hand.
Is it the only way to leave this acursed land?

All of a sudden your body jerks and you are awake.
Giving blessing with every breath you take.

Dedicated to:

All fears, the broken dreams and unsaid screams that fill the shelves of the mind.

Also to Edgar Alan Poe whose blood black ink, stained a so very  very young mind.

The Druid King

Copy Right George King December 19, 2011

Just a year before the end of the world.