City In The Sea

May restoration fall on these broken wings These hands remain holding on to what is dead. I can't take them away. My skin is suffering. Each vein is blackening. Now everyone I meet is dying with the past. It's simple room to breathe that I have not r

Scarred Broken! Our reasons for hope brings the envious scorn. We will be scarred forever. This is just the start. Brace yourself. This world has a place for you. Disguise entact. Reach out, take a chance and see this through. This hatred leaves an e