The thing that keeps us from them and them from us.
The thing that is attributed to the endless void that sure might await even the most devoted of religions. The only blackness that creeps forth in the dead of night, the voices are heard as screams that have yet to yield to eternity. The words here are but an illusion of fate to entrance the soul of the reader and bring the heart out and to its knees, the trance so sharp and clean its more deadly than the strongest and well crafted weapon of the gods themselves. The melody hidden between the syllables is the most important thing to remember when you read the lines that you wrote.. the burden of life is a true journey.
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The Black Rose Diary
PoetryPoetry is a fuel to the soul to want to go on, these will be ones that I work on and show everyone.
