by Elizabeth Ann Dec 31, 2006
category :
Dark, fantasy /
other
"Who could further my imperfect act, taken without cause and forewarned this saccharine disaster? As my truth’s distended hither clashed my indecision…. This collision induced an imperceptible morality that stranger this eye could see; envisioned dust so portentous thy graceful humanity sang. One night is blazed thither I’m grounded, least in all my senses fractured seems." |