• james04 10w

    Mirage

    Fictions of many kinds
    Pictures of what i once dreamt of becoming
    The throne I craved and Chased after♦

    Are like lights on the dark hills
    Whispers from tired souls
    Rain of motivation on waste land......##so I thought##

    Dross they were, and pitfall of who I became.
    Should I sit still and let fate drive or stand like a darken soul looking for light and redemption