I’ve built a wooden heart inside this iron ship, to sail these blood red seas and find your coasts. Don’t let these waves wash away your hopes this war-ship is sinking, and I still believe in anchors

WOODEN HEART (SEA OF MIST CALLED SKAIDAN) We’re all born to broken people on their most honest day of living and since that first breath… We’ll need grace that we’ve never given I’ve been haunted by standard red devils and white ghosts and it’s not only when these eyes are closed these lies are ropes […]