Forest of Thorns
Who are you waiting for, you who sleep amid a forest of thorns. Those thorns of hundreds, wound around you; make you bleed. Do you despise their sharp agony? Or do you lay bleeding in your own misery? Lost within the sea of your own shadow, following a demon held within your soul. Are you forgotten, Oubliette? Or are your enduring, dear destiny? Within the shelter of your agony, do you find strength, or you do falter at the hand of fate? A labyrinth awaits you, weary soul, a maze of twists and turns, mistakes and miracles. We are, after all, only human...

I just… I wanna know who it was. lol

Posted 10 months ago. 1 Notes.
  1. lightupy0ursky reblogged this from esotericeden and added:
    Probably a Weasley & someone.
  2. esotericeden posted this