Painting by: @darkphoeniximperium
Flutters, skips a beat. It has known little else but to quicken. A terrible symphony the critic, the other face. Words, unjust. This sorrow so deep cuts like war wounds. A shade darker now. A dusk before dawn, coldest before warm. A hand, a saviour, my hero. Lifting cloud, silver to gold. But they never warn you - people tell lies.