Pokemon Bracelet Patterns

without knowing any clear sense. Camino

destroyed by the sound of a hidden cry, moan
of a loss.
My arms hold

the only reminder of a life that was once
your eyes,
now buried and rotten. And without dreams



vague paths of pain and death and the dark
thresholds of land under
to hide my terrible crime innocent.

The petals ripped from your body
leafless lie on the floor with liquid
insane feeding of your life ...
the desert of my cruel mirrors.

already forgiven by the wind, and fire oblivion,
tells me that death is not the end of the trail and quiet

stand the bitterness of the sky,
punishment given my word to silence.

Now only I have my way with no clear sense
learned
and try not
that sound was the breeze of your lips on my ear ...