Wraith

Wraith

"

Aren't my eyes beautiful?

"
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The Stain The Stain

A Poem by Wraith


Memories Memories

A Poem by Wraith


Mankind Mankind

A Poem by Wraith


Better Better

A Poem by Wraith


Wounded Wounded

A Poem by Wraith


Chosen Undead Chosen Undead

A Poem by Wraith


Queen Queen

A Poem by Wraith


The Soul The Soul

A Story by Wraith


Mirror Mirror Mirror Mirror

A Poem by Wraith




About Me

You don't need eyes to see. You don't need ears to hear. You don't need touch to feel. At the same time you can be blind and yet have eyes. You can be deaf and yet have ears. You can not feel and yet have touch. It's all based on choice.