The Dark Life of Him 2
Who are we then to judge
The metaphors that he penned to his wrist
A travel that was full of smudged
Anyway he doesn't want to be in heaven list
Why with exclamation
Why spill blood freely? The very foundation
A life, a gift given that one supposed to be thankful
But the answer lies simply within the shoe of this soul
Glance at his story
Might be you feel so sorry
Or might be you'll say better to be that way
Than to continue his painful journey...
12-01-2014 @ 7:30 am
Mysterious Aries
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