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WALLS silently whisper to me all the time We Are Loyal Listening Stations for a lifetime
Blades of glory. Blade of death. Blade of truth, Be thy blade of love.
Gliding through the frozen ice portrayed as time, It is so easy to forget the memorable events That paints the portrait of the world. Yet, with one more careful glance
Long and narrow Razor sharp Dark and brooding Elegant Light and ductile Mesmerizing Loving, warring Blood ‘twas spilling Love forbidden Emotions revealing
"Yes your majesty You claim But it turned to trajedy Not fame The core left me Am i to blame? what's it bring me? Nothing but shame But when i called out Nobody came
A blade, shining in the sun, reflecting A thirst, hunger and power of what was Upon the face, a cut, a scar, sight marred Half a world of dark, half a world of light A weakness, a strength, a curse, a cure, hers
Writing is an escape From the things I can't control. Because my other method to cope Truly gives no control at all. My life is wild and crazy And the blades just make it hazy.