I am Tabula Rasa.
A mechanical projector of the environment...
To require life
Is just a more painful way...
Evanescent obscurity and shadowed passion inside
amongst timid sighs hand in hand with Devils bride...
Your smile is bright and your heart is true,
Your last ever thought is of thinking of you...
I remember the forest I remember that day,
I was running blind not knowing which way...
The sky burns into embers, and the light
mocks itself into shadows...
Being asleep and waking up from a dream laying on...
Through myself
A place I go...
Carnivorous natural phenomenon
agitates my well being...
With weathered hands, she reached inside
Her pockets deep and grasped the gold...
Suffocate me, make me panic
kill me softly, make me frantic...
I sit here
i feel as though...