Bloodstained Void• Show poetry

I am nothing but the wind, my life recites a dark story that no one can understand, I am the wind, I am nothing, the air, Nothing, You do not know me... I am nothing but a hole in eternity.

The blackest rose is the most delicate and fragile of all, beautiful and understanding in its very own nature. Though it will have thorns and no flaws, its beauty is radiant and amazing.

I fall in the dark, lost in my mind and lost in the void of thoughts that runs like a perfect river through my head. Misty and hazy clouds scattered and layered, thoughts shattered in two like shards of ice strewn across the floor, The dearest and sweetest touch is of ice, cold, emotionless and endless.

I am nothing...

Đåяk Ŧëãřš ƒðř Å Ðåяk Łåđy... Çøłłëçŧëđ Іŋ Å Jαя...

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