A cold wind carries the whispers of scarecrows
A cold soul carries the lies of black abyss
Crimson memories that blows
Life to its fullest death kisses
Enfold by rain
We were left behind
Crawls back again
Killing it's mind
Shadows of the past seemingly endless
Mirrored by the present seemingly a curse
Days appear scentless
Time thruth hurts
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Echoes Of The Dead Poets
Poetry"Dark inks on dark secrets, full of wonders and ends, thoughts of the night of murky life." ©cover not mine
