domenica 27 giugno 2010

the taste of decadent verses

it's like swimming in the blackest pool of darkness, drowning with your eyes open but unseeing, descending into the deepest recess of your contort mind and cocooning yourself in vicious nightmares, honey and distorted mirrors. and when you feel the shards pierce through your heart then, and only then you can start writing the elegy for your doomed soul.

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