Ink blots forgot
The feather falls
In overawe
Marrow of bone,
Doth dry alone
Jaded blade
Weathered raw
Blood, sweat and tears
For all the years
Never to unsee what I saw
Sacrifical lamb I am
Shackled hands
Still standing man
Acid rain
Courses my veins
Glacier heart
Razor sharp
Soak my soul
In torrid sins
Low & behold
The Reeper grins
All when the feather falls



© Mr.Baldwinpositive1