Frozen in time of my hunting memories; lost in this mist of sand of dripping in of the hour glass; not knowing when the monster will raise again; frighting all though the night, just wanting to fight.
As sunk down futher into sand of time the monster start to arise inside, as they try to hunt and play; I ran away. Fighting my way though the way of misty sand of memoires. I just dont want to play.
No place to run or hide; I am just tired of fighting. I am so lost in the mist of memories. These memories that I have forgotten and take for granted; have forsaken in the mist looking beyond for signs of sun for other side.
©railyne
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