FiretruckNC

Tis the day that beauty died... The day my heart was shattered... Love holds no meaning to shattered skies... Nor does it hold any meaning to the dried streams... Bloom in the spring, withered winters... Frozen hearts within shallow caves... Start to chill my dreams... I hear a whisper...Calling for me... I hear a murmur...Taunting me... My love my love...Death shall become of thee.... My faith, my faith...All that is denied to me... My love abused... my trust betrayed... Here, my heart, always depraved... Of the one thing it needs most.... The love of someone… that believes in me. And still it receives, only cru