It calls me a liar.
Stumbles and falls in dry mud.
The scars tell a story.
Its blindness can see so perfectly.
Rain, Storm, Clouds welcomes my fears.
Envelop within its nightmares.
Figure me late, the gates close.
Bottomless pit of ancient minds.
Read me your emotions and it to shall blossom.
It wakes the grave of dust and worms.
Predictable fool!
It hungers for more bloodlust.
Wicked smirk and dainty attitude.
Please me and have your wish be granted.
Fool!
Do not fall for such sweet lies.
The cocoon beats again.
Accessories for your true nature in depths.
Me harm my own flesh.
The roar from the drums comes in also.
Piece the mirror by four and unlock secret entities.
The universe is trapped in snow.
It is caged but free.
It cries but smiles.
It knows but ignorant.
Roll... Roll... Roll...
signed, X
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signed, X (Pseudonym) (
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- Category: Fantasy
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