Birth Of Poetry

Today is cold as Hell it's snowing i didn't want it to but what can you do about it anyway nothing but wait for it to warm the Hell up like it should be doing any fucking way. Well i been writing more of my dark poetry of art to keep my mind off the cold outside and it's working i'm not thinking about the snow just about my birth of poetry that i bring to you all to read and enjoy my word's of death that await's for us all.