ohmegah

"Is your love declared in the grave, your faithfulness in Destruction?"

11:31 p.m. - 2008-02-13
Memories expire
Memories, ghosts who are afraid to expire. Cling to my ankles, cadavers that seem to never rot. Shadow promised life, but nothing is all I've got. The line faded, the hand came through the barrier and painted my chest red, my soul stained. That was then, when I was dead, but here I am, alive, born again.


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