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Thomas_Halls

Thomas_Halls

32/M/Iowa If you've come seeking solace then you've come to the wrong place. My muse persists in the acquiescence of darkness. In one hand she holds the knife and the other, a lamenting mask. / / les nocturnes du mot écrit

eyes light thunder tears heart soul darkness rain earth dreams day memories blood sky pain long red felt fell black died mind place knew walked smell quiet times sound night feel endless dark thought stained longing ephemeral chases madness deep feelings emptiness time devoid solace takes sadness trees arpeggio sounds drops falling children air shallow morning lingering autumn turned moment thoughts edge faces silence tattered hollow break slow dead face things ground snap beneath rage leaves lifetimes prevail looking city entices shudder otherwise thousand piercing needles bathed whole armor against perversion consuming nothingness bleak abatement perception withholding inner workings natural replaced extraneous rhetoric star shines spite sinful jet flowers bloom barren looms regret scarred eye world flood casts dysmorphic shadow horizon immutable holds breath shadows once again across bittersweet forget burning temporary illusionary relinquishes slowly repugnant casting fire breaks fluid cracking washing suffers locked pressure clear disgards keeps feeling silencing