• moonlight_tales 5w


    Hope buried in the dust
    Dreams left in disguise
    Wishes flew with the wind
    A lifeless body etiolating

    I became a victim of ill-luck
    Everything about me ended when the last stone was casted
    Soar skin, Pale frame, Bald hair
    I can't wait for this scene of tragedy to end.

    My Faith became a paradox of itself.
    I am nothing but a scripted book with empty pages.
    I lay my soul to rest,with my name crafted on a tombstone.