A child,
disowned by all,
hated by generations.
Wondering in the pained
wilderness of his soul,
I see hatred
rooting in the soil.
I see vengeance
flying high in the sky.
I hear loneliness
howling to the moon.
And a sweet sad hymn
the wind blows
through the air.
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Psychasthenia: A Life Black Nights
PoetryMy first Book of Truth I would also like to thank XDreamWithMeX for the cover. This is a story of five friends, my personal, closest friends, and their Secrets. Very few can tell what they are, but most are too captivated by the art it creates. ~In...
