“If I lose the light of the sun, I will write by candlelight, moonlight, no light. If I lose paper and ink, I will write in blood on forgotten walls. I will write always. I will capture nights all over the world and bring them to you” - Henry Rollins
Wilted Rose
A prisoner to the ghost that wears her down,
The broken dreams that make no sound
She steals your sleep and leaves you weak,
No words to hear, no voice to speak
anonymous
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