Died in the sand,
Risen in the ashes of time,
Betrayed by my brethren,
Forgotten by all,
Cursed with solitude,
Trapped in the dark void of nothingness,
Insanity spawned faster than hope,
With my hand I saved life,
With this hand I gave life,
And with this hand I shall reap it away,
Death beckoning you further,
Never restless,
Never dreaming of hope,
Till you finally feel the blood on your hands be washed away,
To be free of this accursed plague,
The plague of silence and solitude.
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Soul Carnival
PoetryA bound collection of my dark and romantic poems that speak to the soul as you can guess. Enjoy. But be prepared to see into my mind when you read this because it mirrors my thoughts. You think of crazy and beautiful stuff when you watch too much an...
