I was created in the womb of the majesty of the waste. I was created in the land of lost hope, the land of Berserkers. I remember the warm and soft kiss you gave me upon my life. You have sheltered me in my youth, you brought death upon those who would do harm to my people. You defend us with your kisses. You are ruthless and merciless to wrongdoers. When I need comfortment you hold me in your fiery arms. Upon your power, lies your beauty. Your face is soft, warm and full of life. I have longed to see you again. I know that one day I will be able to be held in your arms, one more time. If I were to die, I would want to return to you. My home, my mother, my savior, my love... My desert
 Lord of the Heartless · Sun Apr 20, 2008 @ 03:45pm · 0 Comments |
