The swing of a sword, shall decide it all...
What does a demon really see…
Category: Everyday
The only condition
Through the thick and thin, with you and only you
Not long enough,
To hold on a little longer to something that was never meant to stay
Warmth of my torment,
She was the solace and she was the torment, there was no other place I would choose to be…
Tell me your story, for I am…
Everyone’s story had once been mine too…
A beacon promised to never quench,
Watch me in your darkest days, your answer is already there. It has always been…
A different phase of stand still, Nonexistent
A nonexistent state of reality…
Unburnt through fire,
Burnt to be set free only to be restrained by shackles of ice…
Drunk in the words that weren’t spoken,
In the flaring storms that dodge,it is your loving arms that hold the subtle breath of my sanity
The crumbles of a seed, still held life
That which was crushed held what could not be taken. That which was destroyed dared to become a stronger something
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