Killer
The bones in your field
that you let become covered
in two winters worth of frost
come back to drink hot cocoa
by your fire
empty of their souls
yet void of anger
just wanting to be warm
regardless if it's
beside you
The bones in your field
that you let become covered
in two winters worth of frost
come back to drink hot cocoa
by your fire
empty of their souls
yet void of anger
just wanting to be warm
regardless if it's
beside you