Lost in the battlefield of opposite extremes I ponder on the embankment that stands in between The monochrome and color entirety I see The beauty and
Traducció: Catedral. Equilibri.
White rose perfume go with thee on thy way unto the thy shaded tomb low music doth fall lightly as autumn leaves about they solemn pall. Faint incense
Together we have discovered the languid fatigue of love interrogated all our beauty we've turned each other inside out. Drowning in Ebony Tears. The
Lost in the battlefield of opposite extremes. I ponder on the embankment that stands in between the monochrome and color entirety I see the beauty and
Our pleasures be joyless doleful experiences. We seek not life's beauty but cherish its funeral aspects. We crave the (mis)fortunes rich in their non
Dark oceans we cry, writhing in the misery, cast spit on the love that lay at our feet, the intrigue of pain we crave it's mystery neglect to explore
Tortured self worth, abstracts of wrath, released from attachment human reaction. Muted unable to realize images of your designs soul sacrifice a blessing
The serpent she writhes in knowledge for rebellion and heresy, the serpent she thrives on knowledge for beauty and ecstasy, the night contains me, exults
