me (at) twarlock.com
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
Time is fire in whitch we burn.
... and so it begins ...

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