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garden of heartache.

garden of heartache.

wilted, like funeral roses, black and crumbling from the weight of your ghost they sit in stagnant denial, thoughts swirling and dreams drowning in their desolation, petals plucked and seeds strewn — perhaps, they’ll create a garden of heartache for all the lonely...
darkness lives there.

darkness lives there.

he wears shades of brimstone and damnation, never raven black, all burnished gold, falu and feuillemort his eyes are home to an hidden world made of ancient shadows and sunlight they welcome you into the fire, but you will not survive their invitation to explore new...
Reason Within

Reason Within

the face in the mirror wavers, unable to hold your gaze while you catalog every flaw and search for minute imperfections (I told you there are none to find) you see the shadows when light is all that pours from your veins, all the reasons you matter safely stored in a...
I’ll Rise

I’ll Rise

My mind is tired and my soul aches and I can feel myself sink into this saudade but, like air, I’ll rise I can feel the shadows shudder, and darkness blooms while passion wanes but, like air, I’ll rise But this heart is a lioness, scared of nothing, and I will always...