Once upon a midnight last,
The young ones from our past join,
The oceans from our past breathe wordlessly,
The demons above us whisper on the sleepless bed,
Our oldest friends of time breathe after their first death,
Elements of death mourn soundlessly,
Snowflakes of longing sleep inside the fire,
Once upon a midnight last.
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Reaper In The Dusk.
Poetry| Compilation of poems about depression｜ I present you the wounds that never showed on me which are deeper than anything that bleeds. This is my only chance to escape free a penalty for my deeds. My head is a very dark place. Which needs to be cared...
