An island, crafted from Broken memories and Bittersweet dreams, Lone sanctuary for those Stumbling in the dim darkness
Tag: Silent
It
It goes through the same routine, Watching, learning, Waiting, Until the time is right
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
Trail of Secrets
In the silent sanctity of night, I shed secrets like a serpent Discards its used flesh
