softened footsteps linger still
from wanderers long ago
star white lilies line the way
shivering in the wind they glow
an eerie silence fills the air
as shadows come and go
moon light path, a sacred place
peaceful, dark and cold
All I had, I gave
My chin presses wearily into my chest, The weight of my head to heavy to hold. The sword in my hand slides slowly to rest, Against my limp ...
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I want to meet him. Death. The one who has taken everything from me to keep. We must be similar if we love all of the same things. -
When a person is born, two wolves are born as well. A white wolf and a black wolf. They both reside in the individuals hea... -
It’s the easiest way to turn off The voices in my head Makes my mind go numb And my thoughts go dead A way to stop the torment Of constant ...
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