The darkest hour shall arrive to take away the sorrow hands cold as regret oh sweet tranquil death indeed I came upon such embrace and gazed at a soul so strangely defined perfectly ruptured solemnly laid And so the darkest hour shall arrive and arise will the soul be with it’s waking sorrow and hands… Continue reading Requiem
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Shackled
Awaiting in the darkest hour When your blood runs cold and your heart turns sour
People are People….
I have always woundered why people give gothic’s the weird look, maby they are afraid and can’t tolerate the different kinds?