Summer cicadas, They cry in the twilight of A lone humid night
Tag: Twilight
Molding
But despite the pain, I’ll hold it all within me, Imprints of you forever molding the shape of my heart
The Doll
Porcelain limbs bound by silk chains, Button eyes masked with velvet fabric Bathed in the deepest hue of scarlet Mouth sealed, stitch by stitch, Never will it speak again
Twilight Town
In a silent town, The bell of misfortune rings Permanent twilight
Introverted Creativity 