| there_are_words | ||
| Death of a Rose |
in which I would capture you, keep you captive until the dawn breaks. it would be a glorious sunrise when I set you free. |
061127 |
| ... | ||
| dessiahs_song |
in which i drown, like a paper lantern becoming a soggy ball of brittle ice. words, glorious words. spelling the epitaph of melancholy clowns, and shining swords. breathing into life a meaning more profound. ah yes, there are words... |
070121 |