4 September 2012
Hollow eyes. Crystal spies.
Dark nights. Vicious fights.
All around is black. One step sends a crack.
There's nothing left to say. What you are is pure dismay.
What you were is hidden deep within. I know not, of what is left of my twin.
By Anna A. (if you like please follow and "like") thanks.
TWIN • Opuss № I