The fire that's ignited; burns inside you, slowly turning your soul and your heart into crumbled pieces of ashes. As time passes on, the sun rising and fading into the horizon a million times before finally the bitter cold wind that beats relentlessly picks what's remained of who you once were, and leaves you with nothing.
YOU ARE READING
Void.
RandomPoetry & extracts from books I'll never write. This traumatizing collection of extracts were written when I was 12 - don't say I didn't warn ya'll.
