Demon hunters falling to their own demise the voice became our source of reality amongst and within what they called home this false patterning forces helplessness
this void created by you starts off as a mirror displaying your vanity a piece of your sanity becoming a problematic source of comfort (all you know)
Demon hunters falling to their demise their will lost its way due to the void that kept them alive
Believe it or not …
This sounded like a great opening line to a joke till the joke forgot the punchline now just a waiting game for the laughter as they gaze in such a way that creates its own attention the type that shouts back at you the type to fight you break you change you and shames you
All you know
~W.S_R
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Reasons Why Curiosity Killed The Cat
PoésieRamblings of lost souls , confused soul hiding from that which made them whole
