Thursday, January 25, 2007'♥
-Run-
Of stories that were never retold,
There is :
A Den in the forest of dreams;
A Den in the forest of dreams;
where she lingers.
Of fading memories that haunt in permanence,
There is :
A disquietude of yesteryears;
Where the silence deafens.
Of fears and paranoia that wields and kills,
There lies:
Her cadavers in the darkest of nights ;
Where fleeting shadows marr.
It is ;
In these facets she lives and die.
7:59 PM
