A soft touch of wind
Creeping through the creeks of my soul
Making it's way out of my abyss,
And into the real world.
The hollow breath of panic
The calming atmosphere of terror
And the bloody walls of my domain
It's slowly coming together
But it still feels to be in pieces.
But nothing beats the ear of noise
That gives my head a sweet cake.
Ol' Silence.
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The Raven's Hymn
Poetry"A wonderful moonlight, Shines on your soul. It illuminates a sillhouette, Of waves that cause havoc With haphazard directions of agony. Let the raven welcome you to it's domain, And sing unto you, The symphony of many." Highest ranking in inspiring...
