tormented souls submerged in their misery deep
tossing and turning in the pain and hurt
sometimes created by destiny, sometimes by them
pain, frustration and fury boils within their soul.
Sometimes they reach out their decayed fingers
From the depth of the dark abyss
Touch the souls passing by, by the icy tips
Freeze their warmth and joy and go back to the deep..
wild wind blows free
15 years ago

