Isolation Of The Wicked
Isolation of the wicked man,
with his back hunched and fingers curled.
He sleeps alone in his house at night,
and curls his lip as he passes by.
Snarling at the kids at play,
and wearing black on sunny days.
Isolation of the wicked man,
his scraggly hair, fading and wind blown.
He has wrinkled skin and coal black eyes,
the burn into you as you greet him.
He roams his debtors house of pain,
their lifesblood he drains.
Isolation of the wicked man,
his money turned him from the earth.
No mirth.
Isolation of the wicked man.
The Isolation Of The Wicked by Lurking Fear, unless otherwise expressly stated, is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License.