sew the worlds departure

  ice cold skin flushes the darkness.
icey breezes bring's the night of sins.
sharpen the knives of death.
we are ready to bleed.
are body's are dead. how are we to see.
Ill cut you deep with my knife.
and ill watch you scream.
my bloody days are gone.
damned to never see the sun.
bloody wounds are sewn.
are we gone?
to see the ones we damned to a life of tragady.
is this the cold hallows eve night?