MycuRsECoarse silences slicing through me. Winds grope and tear out my soul. crushing, roaring, crippling, requitingMycuRsE
shreading away my spirit with banshee screams. showing me my wrongs, telling of my sins. the wind,
the silence,
forver my enemy. My world, mypast, forever my curse.
finalbreathThe presence of a fighter. A warrior, a ghost, stands alone a wanderer to protect them from his host. Kept his distancefinalbreath
stands afar solemn in his slumber. Till the final dawn
his first and final breath in the final morning rise.
SingledigitSAbrupt endings, to abrupt beginnings. Horror sits in her eyes senseless, thought patterns eneded in desorintationSingledigitS
heart-stopping heresy. Moral misery cast aside for all those, short-lived lives in single digits, or barely entered two. what-do-you-make of death boy? Yes he vists me too.
by `gilad
by ~littleredelf
hmmmm....
Love
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