i wrote this in my goth years (2 years)
I have lost my muse
wings stripped away
creativity lost, and minds thrown forth
all that remains is any empty soul,
filled with despair throughout
the morrow that most cannot await.
could be forgotten by all
Shadows found where light hid
and a sorrow discovered in joy.
Souls of light and dark, fued to control truth, and i await
to be devoured by darkness...
The wind whispers the names,
the water carries the souls,
and the earth caresses the bodies.
The end is a sight
none wish to allow.
