Staved from the sun, yet we find the time to be romantic.

by PorcelainMoon   Nov 8, 2013


Drowning under a cloak of human skin, to die alone.. Worthless walking weary, on a path littered with filth. Solitude a w**** you've met too many times. So tired of sleeping in the rain...

Staved from the sun, yet we find the time to be romantic. Lets blacken our eyes and read literature, till the rising sun spoils the ignorance of the night. Human mammals born to suffer then die, born to wither away like dust... But not tonight.

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