When I was a child a gust of wind seemed like a storm, I would gaze at the dark sky with memories horrendous floating around. I would pick up the sword and fight- not my enemies, but my shadow that wouldn't lay dead.
She traveled in the darkest places, she jumped, she cried, she suffered and she died then a light came around with eyes like mist a greyhound behind that dragged soul-less faces.
A fate that surrounded me for longest time it whispered my name I knew I was next, I swayed between the truth and reality.
my universe got smaller, every day got harder and as moments passed by I knew I couldn't escape what was in store
how could that be the end It was my whisperers choice Run, is that all I can do? the light never showed up but left behind my whisperer with numerous faces hanging around nameless. with no desire there was no fate nor destiny.
I knew my shadow would hide the truth, she knew but reality broke its reason she is running too
is there a way we would meet running on the same road is there a way we stay together betray fate and make destiny ours
The process of accepting one's persona is a pathway of realizing, and analyzing and also loving the result