Alone. Always alone.
Feeding on the souls of the fallen.
Watching the weak crumble, like paper.
The hearts of the unloved are black and bleeding.
And the shadows of all that is dark, awakens.
Fragil, hopeless, innocent, and broken.
We are all alike, but not one of us can compare
to the desperate creature, the insidious stranger,
killing all which is pure and luring us into the arms
of a fatal sickness, such a deadly parasite.
Oct 22, 2012
Oct 22, 2012 at 5:37 PM UTC
Alone. Always alone.
Feeding on the souls of the fallen.
Watching the weak crumble, like paper.
The hearts of the unloved are black and bleeding.
And the shadows of all that is dark, awakens.
Fragil, hopeless, innocent, and broken.
We are all alike, but not one of us can compare
to the desperate creature, the insidious stranger,
killing all which is pure and luring us into the arms
of a fatal sickness, such a deadly parasite.
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