On a bewildered plane too far too see someone whispers a distant yet faint melody it echo's from far yet rips the threads that hold my soul the wicked torment of the faint cries sends more than what i saw a saddened horizon yet more to speak a darkened soul that lets no-one keep it hides in the shadows and softly weeps the touch of the fingers yet more could be seen An deity the truth was more before and now to swallow i dont wish to meet... yet every second waiting my heart halfs itself closing what it once knew to be true the truth is what i seeked and sadly not whispered from you another echo, so fragile just dissolve it into murmers just lies is sadly said.
Reason for writing:
Reasons.....
Birth sign: Pisces
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