Work in progress(untitled and unfinished)
Stare into the mirror, wonder who I'll be today,.
The holy man without a blemish,
The devils minion in deep decay.
The holy man without a blemish,
The devils minion in deep decay.
The Poets Curse/by:Haunted Lunacy
The poets curse is to hold this pen, to write the words that hurt within, to weep alone and spill this ink, when all he wants is to cease to think. These pages stained with memories so dear, he keeps them close and pretends she’s near. Immortal words, his ink will flow, he can never truly let her go.
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