as days go by and time stands still
you learn the meaning of that Chill
the one that hits you in bad times
when the bells strike their eerie chimes
the Chill that no man can withstand
it’s cold edge is by far too grand
the Chill that haunts one in his dreams
feeds off the power from his screams
Early poetry from James. From the poetry collection Pariah Bound: The Lonesome Poetry.
James Pack 