Untitled Entities.

by Phantasmagoria   Apr 9, 2007


Beautiful lilies break at the touch.
Frozen over by ice and wind,
they shatter to pieces.
I fear I am the queen of this place,
the eris of suffering,
sitting upon a stone throne.
The winter chill is cold skin,
and I am alone, so alone.

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  • 17 years ago

    by Finalgravedigger

    Huh, i like this poem reminds me of myself once 5/5 maybe u can read one of mine.

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