He looks upon his own emotion, standing still like a frozen ocean. Where once waves clashed, there wasn't a single splash. Paying freedoms price, of the eternal ice. Their unkempt rage, slowly begins to fade. Now turning him hollow, all he has left is his sorrow. An empty shell, destined for hell. A puppet dispatched, with no strings attached.
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Random poetry, philosophy and thoughts.
RandomPoetry, philosophy and such coming to mind. Although be warned this book does prospect many things you may not feel comfortable with, reading at your discretion.
