turn to stone

a short rhythmic poem for those whove ever just wanted to stop caring

turn to stone



a heart so cold and made of stone

it beats it is my pire

a solemn tone not heard at all

within my funeral fire

a demon bound inside my mind

it feeds and grows desires

all alone within my mind

he waits and stokes that fire.

Author's Note

i would like some feed back on what you think of the beat and such