TheBloodyFang

The sigh of summer upon my return Fifteen alike since I was here Bathed in deep fog, blurring my trail Snuffing the first morning rays Weary from what might have been ages Still calm with my mind at peace Would I prosper or fall, drain the past The lapse of the moment took it's turn I was foul and tainted, devoid of faith Wearing my death-mask at birth The hands of God, decrepit and thin Cold caress and then nothing I was taken away from my plight A treason bestowed to the crowd Branded a jonah with fevered blood Ungodly freak, defiler Pale touch, writhing in the embers Damp mud burning in my eyes All the faces turned away