| Re: Workout.2 - Free Verse
A night full of torment
screams, blood everwere
dark nights full of killers
bats flying eating anything
Houses that can swallow cars
crud meat on the floor
walking gouls
doors that open by themself
laughts with creepines
a lot of death evry hour
and raise of the dead
on the hour
A town full of ghost
building cracked with
cerberus guarding
demons and red glares |