independent on his own connecting ground to mortal shall he sit in shadows were thoughts falling freely were at its purest of pure to fall back in this trail were the shadow takes over cradling its thought carring into the dark to go to great lenghts just to lay at ark were hells eye peak is were its aimless of ones lifes bed lay a shadow in the mist it weep over and under the riverbed n fire set of it it kelt just as i in front of a god coming forth always it burns always keept its secret in my trails left behind! wisper we are dammbed we are dead
Reason for writing:
i feel like death!
Birth sign: Aries
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