Silent Light, by ŦBaethan Dawn♂ Subscribe to rss feed for ŦBaethan Dawn♂

Brightness
Lifts my soul
From the depths of hell,
But it will never reach Heaven.
Breathe, 
And I see no more.
Sigh 
And I speak no more.
Laugh,
And I cry no more.
All lost for the other.
Death of thought,
Death of heart,
Death of sorrow.
All are similar,
Make a decision.
Which would I rather lose?
Posted: 2008-02-04 03:24:06 UTC

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