So long, I've sung a solo so lonely --
An art already ailing of any amour --
Verses varying vibes of vague luridness --
Every note echoes a screech; erases all reason.
My mortality is no longer mine:
Enemies forever ensconce in every expectation of .
Nov 11, 2013
Nov 11, 2013 at 2:54 PM UTC
So long, I've sung a solo so lonely --
An art already ailing of any amour --
Verses varying vibes of vague luridness --
Every note echoes a screech; erases all reason.
My mortality is no longer mine:
Enemies forever ensconce in every expectation of .
