Is it What it Is
By WickedThingz
I have no idea where it started or Where it ends
If there is even any hope left.
“They Say Hope Dies last “
I believe when all you have is darkness all you need is pain
But thats just me.
I have no Death wish I have no desire to die
I love that which is Dark and Gothic
I love Cemetery’s long forgotten
I love the empty winding roads to no where
I live in a State Chaos
I long for a life of freedom
The Dark of night like the womb
We are all born in blood
I cannot change that which I have done
I cannot become that which Nature has not intended for me
Nor do I desire too
I search
For that which will set me free
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Copyright 2015 WickedThingz