It carries the voices
Of souls cast aside
Spirits, now fallen
In a timely suicide
We watch as they spiral
Then die, one by one… 40 more words
Since you’ve been gone, my blood has turned black, I’ve cut my nails to my point where my fingers bleed.
I’ve been talking to flowers that have withered away. 200 more words
A candle March in to the dark, a flame that burns the city.
Human being, a hideous thing to walk around this earth and bind it will the spell of his curse. 365 more words