| 2009 |
Who Loves Love?Dead eyes hang in pale skin Betraying emptiness within. Her voice it rings with deathly tones And movements jerk like broken bones. Her love is gone And she is dying. Beyond the edge of sound I hear her crying.Who Loves Love?
Love conquers all they said… But then they turned and lied Saying that love, it never dies When here it is now dead.
Her ears don’t hear voices speak Her eyes they see horizons bleak. Her mouth forms words that now mean naught, The battle lost that has been fought. The bones of fighters lie Scattered around. Remnant
Misty Mansion
Still blue...
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hey. :iconcrystallinieessence: has a contest going on and the prizes are just ridiculous
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