Sinister

I am merely withered words rising from the void, the dark truths buried beneath outward lies where pictures fade to leave the foetid frame wrapped around the last vestiges of self.

Sinister

Exile, poetry written by the writer Sinister at Spillwords.com

Exile

Sinister·
Exile written by: Sinister   The days embrace their hollow fate as night embalms the lost and faint...
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