The hot gravel freshly tarred
Across this abandoned abyss...
A young boy,
Lost in his imaginative mind...
As i look to your diamond eyes,
I see the passion of hate...
In my head
thats what they said...
Games
He kissed my forehead...
A valley of death, killed
By the hand of the reaper...
There gallop the valiant knights
Their banners stream behind as robust kites...
Where do we belong?
in the bleached sweetness of heaven...
A frozen street...with ice on every look u take
A baby child right in the middle...left there from...
Icy tendrils of mist crawl
around my ankles...
Fire burns through my veins,
Ice surrounds my heart...
A Crackle splits the night
a bat flies in circles...