skeletons of the sunrise.
WE'RE SINGING TO THE SKY, PRAYING FOR THE SUN.
"No beating hurts more than your own pulse" -yoongissmooch + A collection of poems I did when I was 15 ! [ You have been warned ] Buckle up for a bumpy ride ahead
Born into slavery as nothing better than a Subhuman, unable to speak, unable to read or write and unallowed to learn such things, she works hard for her master, the Divine Magician. Then one day, as she's trying to continue her hard work, Silent Eden makes a discovery that could change the way she views the entire wo...
❝i've delicately chosen letters to form words and words to form sentences, each sentence a colorful paint stroke on the canvas of my mind.❞ [ #1 in poetry on 27/08/16 ]
She who is blind and he whose sight has seen unspoken horrors. It is he whose eyes shine with the blood of those who've passed. It is his hands that have taken pain away but a touch that means darkness. He whose name taste of poison on innocent lips. He who brings death is death. And she, his final prey. Sarah never u...