Azura Nightsong


Where was my voice for all these years?
Trapped within layers of suffocating fabric
Or chained with the scars of his old embrace
But even before I met th void
The power and fury that tears from my throat
Never opened its eyes to my weary days
To make me feel like I fit.


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