The Tidal Waves

My tide swings like a noose around my neck, The challenges arise the privilege of the test. Crimson is my blood ice became my heart, Nothing feel’s real, Nothing light’s a spark. Why must i endure such demise why must hatred reside inside, My bitter soul crushed my light is leaving my eyes. If itContinue reading “The Tidal Waves”

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