Put to rest, in blood red nothingness
to forever invade
only a memory.
sordid, torn
so it will be
One last hope
put to rest, in time
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Soul Of The Darkest Hour
PoetryDo we want to escape the realities of our lives if there were only pleasure and happiness, not horrendous lies? Some say an abundance of darkness is what makes us appreciate a trickle of light. There was meant to be a balance not a pit of chaos in t...
