by InvisiblyHeartless Jul 18, 2009
category :
Dark, fantasy /
unexplained
Our poisoned midnight sun-fire burns |
by DarkLore
Hate is the insintrensical whim of ease, in the myriad of piars and liars. |
I really enjoyed this poem , even thou its sad its has so much passion and meaning ! that its worth reading on !!! you can feel the emotions pouring all over the page. keep up the good work love it !!! |