My fear has come alive
In this place
Where I once died.
Demons screaming
That I'm alive.
They are out to get me.
Not you,
Not them.
I fear for those around me.
Trembling,
I finally understand.
I need to save my friends.
View User's Journal
Kisa's Poetry
What makes me do my ways? Maybe you'll find out by entering, if you dare...
|
 |
The Healer of Lost Souls
Community Member |
||||||||||||||||
As I look up to the moon, black feathers rest upon my head.
I then grow my wings to join them.
I then grow my wings to join them.