As I walk past Your chamber
I can feel Your presence
Though I cannot see You
I dare not look into those eyes
Tears running down My face
Tears of blood ripens like wine
Black angel staring at My soul
Waiting for the deepest of feelings
As I walk past Your soul
I can feel Your cold presence
Though I cannot touch You
I dare not go away from You
Fearing the fearless ones
River of blood becomes bitter
Dark angel clutching Your soul
Waiting for the white hot room
mizo gothic story a next ah chuan in lo expect dawn nia
ReplyDeleteKan lo nghak a nge. Chuan hei chu a va gothic ve.
ReplyDeleteHei pawh hi a gothic viau a ni :) good post
ReplyDeletewow... gothic ve aw.... sooo you!!!
ReplyDeleteguys lolzzz Mizo gothic story hmasa ber ziak teh ang... a sei vak dawn lo na in... part hrang2in dah a ngai dawn... ka poems ho based ani dawn ania...
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