I am in control,
yet it's crashing down around me.
A fire spreading,
flames on a book of gold.
But was it ever gold?
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Gentle Screams and Glass Figurines
Poetry"Nothing can protect us from the human screams, as the fire of anarchy intoxicates our once innocent minds." ~~~~~~ A collection of poems about life, death, and everything in between. Dark, deep, and horror poetry intended to make you think abou...
Book of Gold
I am in control,
yet it's crashing down around me.
A fire spreading,
flames on a book of gold.
But was it ever gold?