Peeking into the unknown of wonder
seeking for the knowledge,
passing by everyone of them
not turning back.
Behind them all is empty
darkness of desire,
nightmares of sorrow
to take upon yourself.
Surrounding the ghosts of ungrace
shocks of pain underneath,
looking passed the mask
upon a true meaning of notice.
The story behind the reason
is darker then the future upcome,
beware the prophecy
there's no going back.
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Sounds Peeking Through
RandomPoems for this evening will turn down every road and deep into cracks of darkness of each battle that passes by, and how they end with knowing the knowledge and feelings.
