What is Left?

Fri, 08/11/2017 - 13:42 -- Eme1294

 Dark Hearts,

Clouded Dreams,

Undying Memories


The wrath of blood

slowly flowing down,

my cold dead skin.


This accident is gone,

no tears are shed

The world still turns


But there are memories of,

my once war torn life.

There are hearts darkened by,

my once hostile personaility.

And there are clouded dreams

from my death


But yet, my heart still beats

I still breath, my life is,

still full of...




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