I reblog things occasionally, submit a few short fictions, maybe, and share my odd but beautiful dreams.
Wednesday, May 11, 2016
Sing me a song, to warm my cold heart.
I have no soul, find it with your song of twilight, so I can be warm again.
I have no emotion, please, return them with your voice so sweet.
Now I only want to kill, see death, so that I know I will never be alone.
Melt the ice that has replaced my blood,
Wash away my hatred that has conquered my heart,
with your song of twilight,
I seek vengeance,
I have it now,
But I want so much more.
The blood of those innocents flowing from their dying bodies,
Reminds me of the crimson water
I drowned in,
Becoming the empty thing I am now.
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