No emotions, no life,
No pain, no strife.
Mind blank, without a thought,
Everything gone, thats been taught.
Nothing
Eyes unseeing, nothing clear,
But then again, no fear.
Love and hate, gone away,
A colourful soul, now grey.
Nothing
No sound, deaf to the light,
Deep inside, no wrong or right.
Unfeeling hands, stretched ahead,
A living corpse, that is dead.
Nothing
So here I stand, all alone,
My bleeding heart, turned to stone.
My brittle skin, turned to ice,
On the floor, snaked eyed dice.
The Void
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"A bird may love a fish, segnore...but where would they live?"
"Then I shall have to make you wings."
>^..^<
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Proud Miscreant of #TheDungeon
To bring about the end, you first have to start at the beginning
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"A bird may love a fish, segnore...but where would they live?"
"Then I shall have to make you wings."
>^..^<
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Proud Miscreant of #TheDungeon
To bring about the end, you first have to start at the beginning
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now known as ~WorldWar-Tori
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Proud Miscreant of #TheDungeon
To bring about the end, you first have to start at the beginning
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Proud Miscreant of #TheDungeon
To bring about the end, you first have to start at the beginning
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