22 November 2012
A cold shiver,
A vice like grip,
A silent whisper,
A blue lip,
A rusted chain,
And the whistle of the wind,
A helpless moan,
A beating heart,
A life time of scars,
A dark chamber,
Of bones and limbs,
And the boy in the corner,
What is his sin?
What Is His Sin? • Opuss № I