Her cloak

She wears her cloak well in the darkened mysteries in which she dwells.Her heart buried in the frozen earth where no shallow fools will ever find it.So that whenever beats in the bleeding rain she cannot feel a damned thing.Its singed and scarred.Marred by memories she cannot drown.Her frowning face has become a constant friend and the hate it has hollowed a hole in her immortal soul.Tears she does not shed because her essence is tethered and torn…she is just a ghost of who she once was…her innocence lost in the storm of starving demons.But her revenge shall come…it will rage as it burns anything and everything that dare drag the blade over whats left of the creature she has become.

 

 

 

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About Into Oblivion

It's a midnight Kiss from Hell A sweet spell that Poetry sells to my shadowy mind I just like writing random poetry and shit
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