bornbruised

Chapter One: Yukimine Ebata Pustorino Black rain on black hearts Choking weeds cover dusty fields My soul flees to places where it hopes to find Something other than what's been left behind A solemn terrain with no light A never-ending phantasm, wrapped in night Silent wings glance across the sky Flying swiftly so they will not die I wish I was flying on those wings For here my spirit is broken I sat back in my chair, looking rather unsatisfied. The rain glancing off my window wasn't exactly giving me the inspiration I had hoped for. My eyes drifted lazily about my room, eventually falling upon the window, streaked with miniature c