Underworld

out of the coffin, all shrivelled down

the day grey and dead

affection somehow came to town;

Loving

warm

alive

what do I do ‘bout that?

This question mark of brightness

I strain just to keep stand

taking over, taking over

whisper, but I rule the upperhand

so, in way of protection

I bring night in daytime love

forever winter, can’t you tell

spreading dark wings 

taking off

run...or welcome to my hell

‘as the snow flies’

-Elvis Presley-