Twisted Dreams
Twisted dreams, A fading memory. Darkness breaks, and my mind insinuates, the evil inside, breaking outside. Murders of crows, Glide through my mind. Feathers glistening, with scarlet drops. Rotting corpses, Litter the ground. Broken dreams, fill the air with a putrid stench. This is a twisted dream, A fading memory.
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Zairith
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