You hurt
You cry
You try to hide
All you seek is a happy life
But all you seem to do is get declined
You put those before
Who wouldn't do so to you
And give all with out asking for none
What does that even mean
Do you really control the actions of your faith
Or is it just some cruel twisted faith of strings waiting to be cut by morai at the whisper of the wind
For the grim of thantos and the judgement of hades
Will you live to see another day or spend your days roaming the elysian fields or head to tartarus where the three headed keeper of souls awaits you
Your ticket to Olympus is determined by your riches and not your goodwill so hear me now what will it be?
JE LEEST
Body without Mind
PoëzieA glimpse into the mind of an empath, bearing in mind the toll of what can't be controlled but instead manifested into the mind's darkest creations.
