I died a long ago, why I'm still breathing I do not know. my heart is filled with darkness, coldness pumping through my veins, I walk in world of silence, no light, no warmth, no wishing well. Once I could see this beauty, now I see nothing for I am blind, only deathly wishes, floating trough my mind. Twarlock (c) 2005 |
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Time is fire in whitch we burn. ... and so it begins ... ©2002-2012 Twarlock
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