| Taste the darkness. |


EntombedSilence, begging for a whisper Yearning for the slightest sound. Encompassed, trapped in my own tomb Silently waiting for the unknown. My mind races with fear and grief As my walls detach, bringing forth the light.Entombed


NightmaresDreaming. Fabrication of the mind. Pulling deeper, are the arms of my mind. Temptation engraved to the walls of purity And ever dragging hope from my eyes. Pray for sunlight to pull me from my grave And to embrace the morning skies.Nightmares


Black SkySoothe me off to sleep; Coax the pins and needlesBlack Sky
To sing A gentle lullaby.
Pluck me from this dark land, Like a lily's petal In a doubtful lover's hand; Where the cold thin air Cuts my nostrils As I breathe; Where I am forced to choke On blades of sharp Silver rain;
Wake me to the black sky; Where the stars smile down In encouragement; And the trees sway to The melody of the
Midnight drizzle.
Nom nom kitty

Quarter Life CrisisWhere have I been for these past twenty-three years? Where has a little over a fourth of my life expectancy gone off too? It has passed by like a speeding bullet, faster than the blink of an eye, quicker than the speed of sound, yet I surely am not a superhero, and these photo albums are anything but comic books. My youth, now a rotten apple beneath the tree of life-- I have grown so quickly.Quarter Life Crisis
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I am a gunfight in a mirror factory.
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I am a gunfight in a mirror factory.
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这是我的gallery。欢迎大家来看看~。
Feel free to come and look at my gallery。
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