Write. Curse. Repeat.
by Vleminxc K
The sombre art of melancholy lives.
This sorrow so deep. Decaying time. Black and sublime. It's darker, my paradise.
Embers glowing no more,
kindle the ashes.
For it is gone, the fire put out.
A shade darker now. Lifting cloud. A penny for a lie?
What a heart desires.
My first blog post; barely remember the last time I started something from scratch. I had almost forgotten what that felt like.
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