the curse of having eternal life, seeing everyone you love die, with my heart broken, life slipping through my hands, the world itself perishing and I there... turning to the temples in search of peace, but it has been centuries since I am a demon, maybe God does not exist... maybe he has already forgotten about me, maybe the curse of being eternal is slowly consuming my peace.
hahaha beautiful image that inspired me to write a poem hehehe thank you very much
the curse of having eternal life, seeing everyone you love die, with my heart broken, life slipping
hahaha great are you and your art, because it was your drawing that inspired the poem XD
I must admit that I especially like this one, centuries in the future, alone, with nothing that gives him value or happiness, leaving himself abandoned, looking for some peace in the storm that his life has become.
hahaha great are you and your art, because it was your drawing that inspired the poem XD I must adm
