Anxieties fear agnostic fronts seeking a plethora of suicidal nightmares.
Drowning in the pools of blood of the sacrificial lambs.
The reaper depraves our body of our soul;
leaving us in a pile of dark ashen earth.
That pile is blown away by the dusts of time, he crept in and we are no more.
Oct 1, 2014
Oct 1, 2014 at 9:53 PM UTC
Anxieties fear agnostic fronts seeking a plethora of suicidal nightmares.
Drowning in the pools of blood of the sacrificial lambs.
The reaper depraves our body of our soul;
leaving us in a pile of dark ashen earth.
That pile is blown away by the dusts of time, he crept in and we are no more.
