Corrupt minds and shattered hearts.
Souls are lost within the dark.
Here lies the home in which the bones once lived.
Simply yet to hope they will forgive.
The air is fragile as the faith begins to fade.
Toxicity, the doubt begins to take its place.
Possession at its greatest.
Depression at its finest.
The bed of roses has been burned.
Both must pray it is returned.
Time may heal and it will tell.
Await fearfully to hear the bell.
There is not room for guilt or such.
Manipulation is to never trust.
I beg and plead for such to stay.
I long to look upon cherishing days.
Joy with you, I wish to speak again.
Until then, here rests an ode to Adrian.
-Ode To Adrian.
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Written By evalicie
