Being like a formless sword; With a hilt yet a blade unseen. Wounds form and dreams die; Things hurt... Other things... forgotten. Shrouded like armor; A second skin impenetrable. Cold and disfigured; Rotting away at and causing great pain. Blocked and protected like a shield; No harm befalls you, quite like me.
DeathGuardian · Sun Feb 05, 2012 @ 10:19pm · 0 Comments |