- Title: Alone
- Artist: stickfanatic
" A lone soul stands on the field of war,
an empty soul, no less, no more.
He bears the sin that is named Death,
a sin that lasts til dying breath.
Alone in the blood-filled road of life,
no warmth is there, just pain and strife.
This pain flows like sickly blood,
A broken seed, a frozen bud.
All one can hope is that hope is lost,
a fire smothered by the frost.
For walls built high to keep out night,
also end up chaining light."
poem and art by stickfanatic
- Date: 12/16/2009
- Tags: alone
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