Blood slowly dripped down the door, whoever was here is not anymore,
Their sins splattered across the room, yet the walls talk too,
Have I awakened you?
He was completely aware of the moves he was making,
Housed in a kingdom before the storm awakened,
He watched from afar before he became taken,
This is the story of how he became forsaken,
Let's go back when the story begun,
It all started with the death of one.
YOU ARE READING
Whispers From The Void
PoetryPast writings I was too scared to post. I hope I can find the love of writing again through this...