Ears like knives, a gaze of steel, hackles up as one howls at a sickle moon,
Tell me again why we walk the earth and defy darkness, the smoldering fire of the stars,
When I was young I knew, yet now it seems my shadow is stronger than I.
Well...I may have lost my keys though do you know I still have plenty of alcohol.
So I'll just...fall with the leaves I suppose. The wind is cold yet somehow soothing, no?
And around the corner guess. Winter, of course.