TRIGGER WARNING : DEPRESSION, DEATH
Last blade though rusted
Shall sin as priests do
For thy mates
Left thee
Who sees folly's fool
Set in stone
For he fled on swift paws
Dragging thy hind
Share a kiss
A dance
With thou which shall cry
For jests first
For final breath
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Memories Graveyard
PoesíaA look into the minds of the tormented, told through their dancing words and raw emotions. A beautiful art form, twisted and wild, known as poetry.
