The Throne Of Crimson

Life….

It’s a sonnet, its verses unfold,
Each dawn a stanza, each night a refrain.
A tapestry woven in colors bold,
Of joy and sorrow, pleasure and pain.

It's a ballad sung with passion and grace,
Echoes of laughter, tears softly shed.
A dance of time, each step leaves a trace,
In the hearts of the living, the souls of the dead.

that’s what those bastards told me but to me It is nothing of that sorts and after losing the reason that I had held onto it , it’s becoming very hard to justify living

but I hope that kid can show me once again what it was like to be alive again , he seems like the perfect being that can teach it to me……..

I just hope He doesn’t loses his meaning while I try to find mine…….

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