The moonlight glows on the frosted ground
I lurk around, waiting for the sounds
I hear nothing, and turn around
Only to be meet by my fate.
Now I awake sometime in the night, afraid of all these sounds
Some unknown, others are recognizable.
I crawl slowly into a corner, only to find my wicked decent.
Falling, falling to no end
Crying, crying for it to end
Dying, dying slowly inside
All is lost
Until it's found again
I hear a thump and realize I have hit the ground again, clinging to life I meet my fate again.
My wicked decent has only just begun...
COMMENTS
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BelovedxTwilight
02:18 May 07 2013
Very nice :)