If i have used anyone else’s ideas it isn’t intentional. this is my first story so please be nice!
I sit here alone,
no chance to change my mind,
no chance to go back on the bitter – sweet choice I made.
Give up the life I was meant to live,
or face centuries of loneliness.
nothing for me,
but the silence and the cold of death.
Only a dark room,
and a shattered mind.
I look into the broken mirror of memory,
I can see something’s in it,
but never the whole truth.
I can’t admit to myself
that I was weak.
Let myself be captured by my heart.
And what do I have now?
A dark room,
a broken mirror,
a shattered mind,
the silence of the elves.
What do you call it when you have nothing left?
You can’t a way out
through the pain and anger.
Just sorrow and anguish filling an empty shell.
Insanity seems the only thing left…
A dark figure in the doorway,
did I mention it is also sweet?