His struggleA Poem by Rosebroken
And in an instant, the last wisp of flame flickered, like a failing heart and vanished as a silent moment overlooked by time, within that void returned, the overwhelming darkness, to quell that torrential cacophany of insanity, and all the memories torn apart and scattered to the little corners where the light remained, trapped, straining to resist, escape or fight back.
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Added on January 11, 2016 Last Updated on January 11, 2016 |