only demons and fallen angels hear the disturbed cries of a broken man wretched souls with wretched hopes huddled at the devil’s door more and more desperation burning like lanterns made of soulless spirits wild skies filled with thunder storms could not be wilder still than the dreams of the living dead buried in bottomless pits the dreams of a condemned man chills the very core of headless ghosts ice cold hearts for deliverance cries drops of frozen tears frozen before they leave the eyes perpetual winter, leafless trees unfulfilled desires and shattered dreams all that is left is a lightless path and dead petals scattered around the footsteps of a desperate soul shadows lurking in the darkness waiting to trip, to see him fall stony gargoyles may claw at human flesh leaving their cold stone walls behind the dead may walk among the alive dressed in decayed finery with which they were buried by their bony hands clutching bits of rotten time yet winged seraphs in heaven cannot save the twisted mind hungry for salvation yet blind to the path of light who could help this condemned being? who could hear his woeful moans? who could save his desperate dreams? who could say a prayer for a tormented soul?Birth sign: Scorpio
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