Silent whispers of a tale unknown
Crept behind before me,
Through the valley of darkness
As I walk alone
To sleep here in agony
With wounds freshly cut from blade
It slithered bright ruby hue of red blood
Once I was murdered in this rainy day
My mind was in my own reality
A truth within another world
With growth the old memories collide
To make us truly what we are, (mortalities)
[[We are known]]
I felt no passion to feel any emotions
No anger, no pain, no love aside
Until there it is a portrait of a lost one
Captured by the hands of an artist with body lotions
[[As death in this picture is no more than a pack of lies]]
Bronze trophy winner
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