The darkness drenches my fading light
And tugs me to a glacial abyss.
No solace's found within my forlorn eyesight,
As my soul is woefully cursed by satan's kiss.
SimranJolly
A blessed mess
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The Bleeding Rose
PoetryThis book is generally based on a girl who had endured a lot of pangs all through love, obsession, shattered heart and obviously by an adrifted amour. And all these concepts or ideas written by author's vivid imagination and fascinations towards poe...
