Through darkness of moonless nights and days untold,she stands alone not without hate or anger.Her tears fall into a river, not of water but blood. Falling from the wounds life has given her lifes hardships tried to take her down but she is not to be taken she is alone but not to be taken if she is to fall she will with not a feeling her face blank without words she stood up to all lifes challenges her spirit not broken by lost love hate anger or regret she reaches for a hand a hand full of love and happiness as it pulls back she remembers now
Bloodstained_extasy · Thu Jan 05, 2006 @ 05:11am · 0 Comments |