Hand of sorrow...
Black heart, black sorrow,
a soul filled with scars.
Crying, crawling, crashing,
in only dust and shadows
of memories that once was real.
Longing for the healing,
Longing for the feeling,
to once again have a pounding heart.
Cold as ice, breathing acid,
wandering on the long forgotten road of darkness.
Weeping, screaming out the name,
the name that betrayed her,
decieving her to be the hand of sorrow...
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