For to long my words have turned to ash in my mouth, my thoughts but a blur, as if though I where seeing the world through a glass of water. the sounds of life have crashed against closed ears. I have no heart for this anymore, chaos has taken life and left the dead and dieing in it's wake, the creator cry's for his creation. we are dead.
Aug 24, 2013
Aug 24, 2013 at 12:59 AM UTC
For to long my words have turned to ash in my mouth, my thoughts but a blur, as if though I where seeing the world through a glass of water. the sounds of life have crashed against closed ears. I have no heart for this anymore, chaos has taken life and left the dead and dieing in it's wake, the creator cry's for his creation. we are dead.
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