Bleak night, frigid air The corpses tear through damp dirt Cackling ghouls gather
Tag: Decay
Labyrinth Named School
The place you will forever Know as home, The labyrinth entrapping your soul
When the Cicadas Cry
Within a broken mind, The shrill cries of cicadas echo Against crumbling ivory bone The cicadas keep crooning, Even in the desolate spaces Where only silence exists Can you hear them?
Introverted Creativity 