A smile in the past still haunts my nightmares.
A dream of forgotten love washed away by emptiness.
The hope of life faded slowly as it drowned itself in sorrow.
To regain all that was lost.
The nightmare vanquished but so did my soul.
To be one with darkness and hate.
sorrow and pain.
To never die by the hands of man.
My sorrow only builds.
It's grows with such great speed.
It slowly destroys me.
My life, family, friends.
It is all being taken away.
But my brothers, they will never leave me in spirit.
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The cronicle of a dying rose
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