sabbyns1488

Underlying works of pagan dreams Afloat a sea of succumbed fish. All cannot be what it seems Even though it's as you wish. - "Born from shallowness you creep, Cry the bird that cannot fly, Weep the mountain that's too steep. And from cowardice you die. For the tower you dare head? Are not all my brethren sound? When thousands before have bled Seeking what cannot be found!" - "You speak of colors that are grey I only see in hues of white I weave my thoughts during the day Whilst you adore using the night Because your words cannot succeed The bickering of souls within Like thousands, I again will bleed If I do not part with m