Two dead stones are nestled deep in me, Dragging my soul through dark waters.
Through murk. Through damp.
Through darkness.
As long as I remain hopeless, nothing will ever become.
As long as the wrong outweighs the right,
And the bad smothers the good.
This is my life.
In the end I’m tortured still.
- Posted by Kitsu,
9:54 PM