Alone with the relentlessiness of doubt; with out reason. Thoughts laboring my heart continously suffering, with the agony of pain. The harsh reality of time echos throughout my vains; many times over, these thoughts; lay claim like a quiet storm, held captive by the damage of ancient remains.
Dec 10, 2014
Dec 10, 2014 at 5:37 PM UTC
Alone with the relentlessiness of doubt; with out reason. Thoughts laboring my heart continously suffering, with the agony of pain. The harsh reality of time echos throughout my vains; many times over, these thoughts; lay claim like a quiet storm, held captive by the damage of ancient remains.
