These emptiness swallows my thoughts as the hourglass went through a time where mercy was never born to be alive shades of fear corrupting every descrete motion that i desire once called a prince, never been told of a prince of prophets that dies to live and lives to die thou sworn to his minors shall he thurst a sword through his very heart or to the ones that never knew the meaning of suffer when the world is everything that we fear the air we breathe is a tool of vengeance freedom lies in our hearts, not in our thoughts queen of hatred , the king of lies have you been told that i have died
Tuesday, August 25
"Ghastral" poem
An alley of darkness spreads fear in your blood longing for an armor that could protect your motion without knowing eyes watching you from above judging your desires to one day fall to the ground your soul has burnt to ashes for all the things youve done can one show you the way to escape these thorns ? motionless you are , speechless and every sights are vulnerable ever wonder how a coward to lost their throne ? and even the king of vices has his queen behind the doors to lock you up inside the gallows where scorpions hide will you ever realise that you are one with yourself ?
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