Looking back into the darkness is a haunting thing
Crawling on my spine like 1000 blind needles
I sew myself shut from the cruel sight that carves my eyes
The screams of the pure, piercing the moons vilolet rays
Stars cry for the hopless, freeing the dreams
I catch one for myself and hold it close to my heart
In attempt of keeping myself from being torn apart
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Thoughtful Dreams
i plan to write anything i feel like. mostly poems or something like that ^^
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