6 October 2012
Burning breath, scorches your mind. Cold and death intertwine. Darkness falls, but so does light. Empty halls, in broken nights. Water drips, echoes through. Fingertips touches you. Turn and scream, nothing's there. Just a dream, just a nightmare?
Collapse down, on concrete floor, white icegown through hidden door.
Follow fast, don't look back. Room so vast, hearts in stack. Black at best, but a heart, from your chest, not like art. No more sole, no more whole. Heartless soul, heart of coal : Left with just Screams and tears Mind of dust Pain and fears
"P.s. It's my first try on stories like these, so not the best... But fun to write!"
Icegown • Opuss № I