~~This is the 2nd part to "My White Thread"~~

Walking along the ruins of death,
I can hear the voices of all the lost souls.
Their shrieking cries will leave you breathless,
And the icy coldness of their hearts,
Pain you deep inside.

Stepping on the cold pebbled floor,
Your feet feel numb and dry,
The pitter patter of little childrens feet,
Make you want to cry.

Still trying to find the light of day,
Is an eternity of insanity,
Because that light is forever hidden,
Behind the big black gates.

The strong ones will never quite,
They will walk the path forever,
Because deep within their lost souls,
They still pull out the might,
To long to live forever,
Even if the light is out of site.




 
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