Hier encore, j'avais vingt ans, je caressais le temps |
Taste of moss,
Green as if gone wrong...
Tender yet rigid is the rope which I hold...
Full of faces, dreams and places this noose I tie...
my words, are my tears
that I rather you not see...
life, francium in action
unstable to the point of disaster...
The weight of depression buries you, even when...
watching the star of your life burn in acidic...
"Death smiles at us all, all a man can do is smile back." - Marcus Aurelius |
All beginnings, have endings. |