Stories of shadows have made my heart expectant of a life that revolves around an unimaginable, yet predictable fear. While controlled by a faceless pain so immanent, that death it's self will show a partiality to my life now wasted.. why have i endured such agony and torment... I was, I'am.. An everliving picture painting of pain... Death to the painter.
Drakoire Poetry (1)