I locked myself up
In a room where lights are turned off
Just the spark in my eye
Because candles are on lit
But it ain't the wax thats burning
It's my veins bursting ,muscles crushing
Then when I feel my heart's turning
Turning into ashes
Ashes won't last ,as now they are an outcast
Outcasts ain't loved by any of creatures
That's when he'll remember , the last he saw was her
My soul ran off , with the person who's gone
I don't know , this is something I call
H-O-P-E-L-E-S-S B-O-N-D !_all.alone.i.watch.you.watch.her
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RandomI'll let y'll decide ! Be it poems or maybe stories. to me they are STOEM [ poems portraying stories ] rainbow waves >.<