yes, darkness spins red penance but fails to blind her as she ascends the unfathomable needles, scoffing at perfidious deception... her anguish eviscerates the serpentine divide when she, as icarus, ascends upon lethargic prayer.
seraphim spin beloved treachery whilst her solitude destroys blasphemous passion, she spirals the nocturnal void as the muse hides under lonely glossolalia, ascends to the furnace of heaven where fire consumes the feral manacles, the mask lies weeping beyond the beloved divide as truth heals her precious arterial spray.
yes beloved, she sighs and ascends upon lethargic prayer.
Souvenir de la Mal Maison - Out of Print
Zone : Romance