Chains Of Death
I walk through the darkness as the ever-cascading sounds of terror fill the air. Fear creeps ever closer, climbing the ladder of oneself; fear of
December 9, 2024
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I walk through the darkness as the ever-cascading sounds of terror fill the air. Fear creeps ever closer, climbing the ladder of oneself; fear of
The light shines into the recesses of the heart, slowly infusing life into the hidden caverns of the soul. Empty vessels are once again imbued
The heart speaks the melody of the breeze and whispers the words of life. To be, to love, within its thoughts, holds tight the warmth
Within the sounds of the night, between the grey and the black, where fear stands, and love is emptied, into the silence, the voices halt.
Within the sweet embrace of the midnight light and between the quiet flutters of the fireflies lay two souls bound by a depth of heart
How life flows in the breeze of the day, in the gentle pressing of time and the endless intertwining of the human experience, in the
To love her soul and hold her in the warm embrace of silence, where silence becomes the rhythm of our touch, and two hearts become
Lost in the void of sorrow where pain has been the closest companion. Neither friend nor enemy, without title or prominence. A being of my
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