no more days with you?
If the whole world
One dark and stormy night
I walked a lonely street…
with many bends and turns
I would generally meet…
It was indeed
Hello again my darling, my dear,
how lovely you are,
I cannot speak, so I’ll write to
Mangled in rot and filth,
she grasps at the melodic tune
that hums behind her ears.
It whispers only for her.
a delicate sound
Cue life in…
His gaze finds mine…
coddled in between the resplendent
of what will be…
Engorged is the merciless swing of
An attempt to absolve his mind for
He desperately scours the planes f
However there be none;
Her claws extend as she salivates
She lives in the grey one,
found down the street...
every second day...
Pink! I’ll say, pink! I’ll say...
I met a homeless man today,
and he invited me in...
he caught me peering out his windo
with all these eyes staring back i
“oh, what a chill”
Remember those sunny days,
you ran without any shoes?
flowers in bloom,
purple and blue,
you’d always remind me too.
The lone wanderer embarked on his
Through the indefinite progress of
Filling up the destined lines trac
with helping hands along the mount
We study to learn
lest we be buried in the knowledge
and still we learn
to study nothing of the knowledge.
Counting the centuries
the caves and carvings the creatur
Through a stolen chance,
a fleeting glance did swallow him
The empty rush of poisons lust,
a breath of fire filled up his tub
the rising soldier of aesthetic vi