April 2012
2 posts
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Symphony of Decadence
The curtain of night descends upon the sky, it is aphonic, psychotic
and dark.
Perpetually calling for daylight, but it is hours before the sun can,if,
reply.
Those remote, desolate hours are intolerable, hurtful.
They bring the piercing screams of silence and poignancy.
My wasteland is inhabited with moribund trees in the middle of spring.
This world knows regrets and disintegrating...
