A Poem By Sylver // 2/27/2017

Even as demons run and skies grow dark,
May we never part.
The day grows old and time stands still,
Since we never will.
While the world ends in calamity,
Here is where we'll be,
Outside, underneath the falling stars,
In each others arms.
Amidst the fire and through it all,
We are standing tall.
The sky, it burns, and the heavens blaze.
We are near, always.
To the stars and yet further beyond,
We are holding on.
The earth opens up to the hell below.
We will not let go.

So shall it be: the dawn draws nigh
As forever ends, right on time


This is so sweet! Such a

This is so sweet! Such a beautiful sentiment.

Damaris Ann | Tue, 02/28/2017

I don’t thrive off of chaos: chaos thrives off of me.


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