own time – Darkness

Temporary Blindness

I cry and yet you can’t hear me, I bleed and yet you can’t see, I shudder in my tears at night, with all that’s left inside of me, I can’t tell the difference from the faint appearance of real life, or what they call reality. My reality is far more different of those who… Continue reading Temporary Blindness

Blooded Strings

some other time, at the end of everything has been stoned the pieces within life, any one near better far, hopes vanish while it was beginning to rain into their heads, other creatures have been designed for hunting our spirits in search for nothing.