Thursday, 13 December 2012
Old Parchment In The Attic: Remember The Vial Of Blood
Trapped in a hanging abyss In a bubble of emotions Would it stay for eternity? The curse i put on me All that are buried inside Must be borne within Never let the doors open Or hell will break free Through the window It trickles out The fire of wrath The destruction it did Shattered me further I could stop this Or at least harness it So it will never reach The ones that matter the most I would enter the black hole Extinguish all the fire So even though it is blackness Blackness shall be the way to go To protect the light in others Their lives accounted for A touch of magic dust Renews their memory Leave me behind, dear You are now free...
Note: If you find this letter, it is your destiny…Find me...Sense me...Bring a vial of blood with you.