

My CandleCandle light shifts along the wall, Its pattern both strange and familiar. And faint memories pulse stronger, Weighing down my thoughts.My Candle
The light twitches and ebbs, And my soul is consumed by its flow. As an undying chill takes hold, I look to the light's warmth.
I want to draw nearer, Yet my spirit is carried on a breeze, And I would surely smother this flame.
So I continue my gaze with sad, sutured eyes, Frozen in thought from a distance.


Whirlwind RomanticOh harsh winter winds burn my lungs with haste! Rather have I blistered skin and heaving chest than this Internal madness that runs my mind into the ground Over and over again my soul writhes in the mangled state That its created to try and cope with the chasm Of arms length distance and time between us.Whirlwind Romantic
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Life.
Sometimes its a bitch
Sometimes its an Angel.
~BlueDevilHunter
Creator of following message:
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Boo.
Here for my gallery.
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