Poems from Krystal_Eve

Crimson scars pucker bitterly In scorn of sins once placed there The blades of my shoulders Meet blades of faith And the wind rages. Sweet...
Tell me yes, tell me no Tell me where I'm supposed to go So that I can rebel against the status quo   Sick of titles, sick of names Sick...
I am from the sun and sea, fire and earth I am from forbidden love, heat and passion I am from broken laws and wounded souls Constant...
Idle Hands Mishief's means Consequences damned For all to see   No thought of tomorrow Only the now No question of why But rather, of how...
There's a stillness to the air. Quiet fills the space. Soffocating in it's entirety at the center lies a soul scarred and fading. Tears...

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