Air of hatred
By Winter Rain
The desolation all around me Air of hatred Burns the Spirit's lungs Ghosts of the past Make the heart grow cold Id fills with tar like blood Words used too often Made the sword's edge grow dull I gave all my heart could Though I guess cold stone is not enough But I am truly sorry. Written March 13th, 2002 © on Mar 13 2002 02:35 PM PST 10 • 0
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"The desolation all around me..."