One thousand shadows that I call home.
For infinite years I've been alone.
This shattered heart, this broken soul.
A million pieces for me to hold.
These scars that mar my flesh and bones.
A dozen roses for the sacred stone.
There is no air for us to breathe.
Only blades and thorns to make us bleed.
Hold me close and close your eyes.
Our hearts will sing us lullabies.
Dark and silent they will cease.
The Devil's fire, our souls will reap.
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Silent Moments
PoetryAnd so she captured the little sorrows, and put them within a cage.
