I look at time on solitary confined walls,
And watch it swing its sword slowly...
The golden eye will always been shining,
And the silver shall bleed woes of memories.
As the words sing like Beethoven's violin,
Reality will settle in our souls.
Hugging it like an iron maiden.
The spikes shall bless us.
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Haruka Toku Ni
PoetryThis poetry collection is dedicated towards those who're going through internal hardships. When the feelings of wanting to depart grow too strong. If you wish to bathe in serenity, this is for you.
