

Saddnes of Understanding..,My eyes are burning why must they burn? As they hit the tip of my nose... I can sense all the sadness with each tear. Leaping out of my eyes the sadness becomes understanding calming down all the emotions behind itself, Anger, Confusion and many more your heart is pounding like a manual water pump, pushing out all that water with just brute force... What a terrible feeling you must be saying. You feel alone no one understanding how you feel, clearly you don't want this feeling the water pump the brute force against your chest not wanting To be angry. To seem confused. To Feel sadness leaking through your eyes across your cheek... to youSaddnes of Understanding..,
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look to your imagination, and make it so
Proud member of #Apophysis and *Dreamers-of-Avalon and *UniqueClub
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When the dark creeps in and eats the light
bury your fears on sorry night
for in the winters darkest hours
comes the feasting of the Vours
no one can see it the life they stole
your bodies here but not your soul.
Simon Holt/The Devouring
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look to your imagination, and make it so
Proud member of #Apophysis and *Dreamers-of-Avalon and *UniqueClub
--
When the dark creeps in and eats the light
bury your fears on sorry night
for in the winters darkest hours
comes the feasting of the Vours
no one can see it the life they stole
your bodies here but not your soul.
Simon Holt/The Devouring
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When the dark creeps in and eats the light
bury your fears on sorry night
for in the winters darkest hours
comes the feasting of the Vours
no one can see it the life they stole
your bodies here but not your soul.
Simon Holt/The Devouring
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Cru .-°*°-. a . k . a .-°*°-. Ria
Please, check out my gallery!!
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When the dark creeps in and eats the light
bury your fears on sorry night
for in the winters darkest hours
comes the feasting of the Vours
no one can see it the life they stole
your bodies here but not your soul.
Simon Holt/The Devouring
--
Cru .-°*°-. a . k . a .-°*°-. Ria
Please, check out my gallery!!
[link]
--
When the dark creeps in and eats the light
bury your fears on sorry night
for in the winters darkest hours
comes the feasting of the Vours
no one can see it the life they stole
your bodies here but not your soul.
Simon Holt/The Devouring
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