Enemy long and lost

Warm but chilled fingers Reachingly shaking about Leering and breathing With feasting eyes While cowardly crouching With pasty white fear Awating the enevitable The evil is near Conformingly drifting Dreaming sunny days Where spring lasts forever Colors are colors Not black not white No shadows looming and sleep with no fright Left with no dignity Only shame in the veins Crying is useless energy Vacant drawn eyes No longer bright with glow Just swallowing down ill taste of rot feelingthe weakness Nosavior sought