What justice in the heart of stone
darkness in the lights of home
what do you know of the push and pull
others claim me as a simple tool
the soul's death kept at bay
kept in the catalyst here to stay
If you could know me in the dark,
breaths could never be felt apart
Birch-made torches light the night
make out small figures with its fiery blight
No, you don't know what the wind brings
you just hear it in the leaves that sing.
Holy are the nights that glow
its all contained in the rock I show
About the Creator
Kayla McIntosh
This is just my personal journal. I needed somewhere to write my thoughts, and I thought here was pretty good.
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