She wished for a deathless death.
He was a lost boy.
She tried to go without breath.
He was used like a toy.
She wandered
While he stayed.
She thought of a demon to conjure.
For a leader he prayed.
With a thirst for adrenaline
And a need to impress
Their saga was set to begin
And what came after was left to rest.
- Keeva & Noa
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songs from the dark
Poetrypoems or songs that we write in the cover of dark, or the covers of our bed. © 2015 - 2016 uta-kaneki
