Poems from gyari11
As the red sun dies
The ending of its life
The coming night begins in lies
Nobody can see the rise
Out of the evil strife
As the red sun...
I open my mouth to speak
But the words stick to my throat.
My mind wills me to say something
But my voice is lost in the roar of the...
Who knew that being hollow was worse than being in pain?
That heartbreak hurt less than nothing at all.
That a tear-stained face and raw...