28 ene. 2012

DmR

Between Chaos and substance there's always a sea of clouds. Her chant will always be bounded to this place.
I've crossed the line of madness, I'm made of insanity inside a damaged carcass...
Hope is a fragile whisper, but I still feeling it. Even when death is a constant companion.

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