starclanliveson

Leaves falling.                Golden rain mixing with flying flames.                                                      Cool sweater on skin.                                                                           The Snow. A world once harbouring a terrible secret. A world born from from the sting of frozen rain, drowning the earth in white. Eternally it seems, the color of angel's wings, will turn us into corpses of Winter.

I am proud of my          Scars                   Because                   They                   Show           How Strong I Am to go through All those moments to                Where I've earn

What am I? Am I the creature lying in the darkness of forgotten yesterdays? Am I an animal frantically running running running? Running away from broken promises & empty eyes. Empty minds & cold hearts of those that cry into the darkness of the cloud covering the hazy moon.