Morbid Fascination Of Death

Morbid Fascination Of Death
Lifeless landscapes
Dead trees up in the hills
Pure autumn bliss
In cold November
On a night of gusting wind
Clouds came down, down
Together we were beasts
We lay in the cold dusk
Of his negligence
In the mist of the turmoil
Frozen heart
Beast of winter
Mental frost
Beast of winter
Mental frost