I stand alone,
Under the eye of the Ebony storm.
Creating what was once beautiful.
Now humiliated.
Cries of the innocence,
Fade into the dark.
As the Storm increases in fury.
My wings spread,
I soar high.
Soaking every feather,
Every tear.
Every Lie.
No scars shalt come.
Only time will tell.
Apr 16, 2014
Apr 16, 2014 at 11:18 AM UTC
I stand alone,
Under the eye of the Ebony storm.
Creating what was once beautiful.
Now humiliated.
Cries of the innocence,
Fade into the dark.
As the Storm increases in fury.
My wings spread,
I soar high.
Soaking every feather,
Every tear.
Every Lie.
No scars shalt come.
Only time will tell.
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