

Eternal WinterEven in the dead of summer. Life is like eternal winter. The road of consciousness is wrought with such pain. It seems that theres nothing worthwhile to gain. Its hard when in this world. There may be millions but my heart throbs lonely. Never has true love unfurled. I tread the ground singly as a one and only. No one truly could understand. I must be one of the completely damned. And You can't just pretend. Even if your my best friend. I hold you dear to me. But you need to see. That I just can't be. not fulfilled or happy. Without someone to sharEternal Winter


FadingSlowly the crisp becomes blurred, Everything is broken now, disintigrating, As nothingness consumes, disturbed. A roses red is faded, hue no longer strong, As they wilt and fall and darken, To emptiness they belong. All around is boring, nothing new to see, Nothing more fulfilling, And nothing new to be.Fading
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