These poppy dreams and endless sleep,
Where blood red flowers lie bleeding upon broken wheat,
The rosy tints that I once knew,
Blood-tinted glass they are in truth,
Sweet chiming bells form discordant symphony,
From Elysium fields turned into hills echoing misery,
Now dancing turns to weary steps,
And at last the mirror cracks.
~Rei Shiori
Friday, 2 November 2012
Disillusionment
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i think writing has made u more emo if that's even possible. but i like this one though. this will be known to me as ...'When I wake up'
ReplyDeletethis is normal emo stage I think :3 surprisingly I wrote this one when I was happy.
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