Letter from the soul
Written with darkened blood
Suddenly the world left behind
Sands of time keep their move
Locked deep in this tomb of dreamlessness
Ever memories they took
Leaving within only cursed silence
Poor butterfly longing for sunshine
Dying on my palm
Snowflake hiding the world
I hear nothing, but their lies
Feeling nothing, but cold sunrise
And when I close my eyes I’m afraid
That whisper will come back
Calling, haunting me again
A pure innocent heart
Thine darkest art
Tameless soul chasing cold fears
Lies now breathless
Curtain falls unleashing cascade of dreams
Darkness in my mind is now complete
The voice leading me still entwined with mine
Two shadows combined in one
Angel’s song from Devil’s soul
Time will never flow
Linlin's Poetry 