The wanderer

Darkness stirs the cauldron of my burning soul
Always the fire is forever cold and climbs my skin in intervals of disdain 
My emotions entombed in trenches of perfectly manicured gardens desolate,deathly ,and dangerous 
Fingers clasp at fragments that fail to show because they cannot let go 
Isolating myself to sever these binds placed on my body , they choke and suffocate my charred wings
Let me go ,I’m no ones prize,just a free spirit searching strange winds for adventure 
A wanderer will I always be,Walking my own path of discovery 


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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