About this user
my poem:
Truth
I was lost then,
I am lost now,
Many promising memories manifested into something that became difficult to translate,
I choose to surrender,
I will bleed sorrow,
Those who never knew me will see,
I will transform into a lost soul,
What calling is there?
You believe in such miracles,
I will open your eye lids,
I will walk alone,
My blade no longer serves a purpose,
My memories will shatter,
You will see how the story ends,
I promise no more secrets,
No more lies,
I will lay the crucifixion portrait allowing evil to wash away its meaning
And I sitting alone watching you die before me,
We will soon walk together, you and me
