Through no expression of whenever I find myself lost in time Searching for the meaning of life in the dark obscurity that is your insanity the hurtful presence of your inner demons raging across the void

I have walked down loneliness the dark and winding way melting together the shades of grey I have walked together with myself away from me in the context of humanity I have tried to run but in the never

With bated breath I wait unassuming listening to the weak heartbeat of tomorrow I wait wondering my strength waning from the fight behind poised for the fight ahead and I truly dream to see an end to my

Walking in puddles I look to the clouds for a sign of redemption reaching into the cold abyss that is my December morning waiting to hear the angels with the cold breath of yesterday singing of the night

Miko Thoran looked over the wasteland that was once a thriving city through slanted eyes, his sword hand clutching Galatea for dear life. He could hear his weapon whining from the burn of Asinitone blood

Hi everyone! My name is Glenda and I've found this awesome site through a friend, who woke my sleepy mind with an awesome story! I don't really write much online, having only tried a few times on blogger.com,