i made my official dark horizon poem...
how cold is this water what pain is this hour just no matter where i go after peridition will always alter
so stop your aphorism enough of your autruism your animosity to my existency
where i fall to despair knowing nothings fair to see only depression and no succession
i made my sanctuary where i cry to thee sing how i suffer and die as my slumber
so dark horizon let there be
candle_spirit · Sun Feb 24, 2008 @ 12:38pm · 0 Comments |