To feel through words…
A white table, AdornedBy red roses.And two wine glasses,By a chamber stick.The scent of roses,Choked the air around,As it's petals veiled thorns,Who hushed a familiar pain.As the melancholy of love,Reverberated behind closed doors,The table cloth turned redDrenched in a lady's blood.
Winter, winter, eternal winterIs dawning on this planetThe green leaves witherTo mourn for his rotting flesh And one will walk in prideOver this land, a shattering glassWith knives that have a farmer's bloodThe knives that are pointing back to you Now you know the reasonWhy the dead man never rises from his corpseHe who has... Continue Reading →
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