A void of which none can see but oneself In its trueness, it may reveal ones deepest secrets... fears... desires. There is a path therein ones mind.
By Declan Nieradka6 years ago in Poets
O Angel of Death, dear Azrael, You are greater than the Fear of Hell. Of thy name "The Help of God", Many sing of Holy Laud.
Natural to the Human Heart; And in some ways, it is an Art. Indescribable when it's true. Yet sometimes said in words of few.
The Warrior's Soul is his blade. His true Essence shall never fade. When two brave Souls clash in battle, Throughout the land, echoes rattle.
Depression is a serious thing It's just like song you cannot sing. A song where every person has a story to tell. But its hard to put to words, 'cause their minds are in Hell.
Imagine you get the world and the world betrays you. You stand there, empty and alone, wondering "who knew?..." "Who knew this would happen to me... God... why me?
Time. None, it evades. Minutes... Weeks... Decades... Halt and desist, it doth not. Quite unrelenting in thought. Tis a commodity most sought,