The Cold Ones

Stuck in a dreadful Purgatory

Not of living or the dead

Thoughts blocked by cold blood

Trickling in your head

Unseen by the ignorant masses

No one knows you're there

The sadness of the living dead

Nothing disappears 

The pillage of the afterlife

seizes all control

Nothing is left

For the paranormal soul

The ill-fated only see them

In the heat of their last gasp
The victims of the cold ones

Enter a realm

Of the past. 

Author's Note

Song lyrics for my band
Dr. Loomis

Reviews

[Chris Smith Welshpoetcs]

Would love to hear your band.