عبرات حالمة
22-12-07 ||, 05:33 PM
First of all, I’d like to apologize for not replying on my own suggestion but
I was simply TOO EMBARRASSED:fa46:
Anyway, I hope you enjoy my first layout in this
department
Mortals around you disappear while the shadows of those closest to you remain, not for your comfort but only to hurt you even more; they are creatures of the surrounding darkness, not the kind souls your heart once cherished. Words of friendship bare you no meaning but further pain & sorrow, baring a sense of betrayal; faith and bravery are only the improvised thoughts of despair. Weaknesses as that of caring fade off the surface of your heart as it surrounds its self with the mighty walls of doubt in defense against the flaming staggers flying in every corner. Shot with the power of deceit, strong enough to shatter what ever remains of your taunted heart. Trust is a hazard to you survival, ‘tis an act of lonesome & mortality. Time passes through you and neither would this materialistic world nor the remains of shallow sentiments matter to you any more. Your humanity, your emotions, everything sucked inside that deep hole that was long dug into your heart, dug by a dagger a thousand times stronger than your sense of hope and too grand of a blow for mortals to bear. And so the ruins of your heart scatter to infinity carrying your unheard cries of pain through that bleak maze of void, on and on to wash the filthiness of your past sins away. That is the cost you must pay for immortality
I was simply TOO EMBARRASSED:fa46:
Anyway, I hope you enjoy my first layout in this
department
Mortals around you disappear while the shadows of those closest to you remain, not for your comfort but only to hurt you even more; they are creatures of the surrounding darkness, not the kind souls your heart once cherished. Words of friendship bare you no meaning but further pain & sorrow, baring a sense of betrayal; faith and bravery are only the improvised thoughts of despair. Weaknesses as that of caring fade off the surface of your heart as it surrounds its self with the mighty walls of doubt in defense against the flaming staggers flying in every corner. Shot with the power of deceit, strong enough to shatter what ever remains of your taunted heart. Trust is a hazard to you survival, ‘tis an act of lonesome & mortality. Time passes through you and neither would this materialistic world nor the remains of shallow sentiments matter to you any more. Your humanity, your emotions, everything sucked inside that deep hole that was long dug into your heart, dug by a dagger a thousand times stronger than your sense of hope and too grand of a blow for mortals to bear. And so the ruins of your heart scatter to infinity carrying your unheard cries of pain through that bleak maze of void, on and on to wash the filthiness of your past sins away. That is the cost you must pay for immortality