Giving up
Tonight red will hit floor, the soul will become one with the wind, The silent screams will halt and become the thank god of everyone around.
Tonight your wish will be granted and the ashes will soon turn to the hour glass, fading away will be the memory of all this figment of imagination has been
Stuck for eternity in the fire outweighing the everlasting hurricane called thought. The voice has already disappeared. Soon of her existence the world will be cured
Copyright © Krystal Thurston | Year Posted 2024
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