"He's asking me to dance with him.
He whispers and ask me to come with him, every sound distorted and deep.
Tears crept up on my eyes.
A feeling of sadness intertwined with familiarity.
Like a past lover who doesn't remember me.
The ringing of bells sending shiver to the spine.
The soothing feeling of the dark the me losing my reality.
And I know it could destroy me.
The unknown future and the acceptance of my doomed.
Something's in my head whispering the answers I didn't know.
A deity, a demon, the unknown.
It could be anything but never pure imagine.He's here and he's come for me."
-The Song of Illusion-
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He who forsakes me (Poems And Tales)
PoetryDedicated to humanities ruin and the seven deadly sins.
