Most call me death but I prefer mercy
Oh, you think I come to cut at your veins spit thrones make you leave your home remove the soul from the heart and brain. No, for I show the treasures never truly shared memories under curtains covering its light with time present until grief took a toll on the beauty of the next life and gratefulness wraps around our hearts and fills are empty abysmal void within our souls.
Copyright © Silas Clairmont | Year Posted 2023
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