I stared too long in the eyes of the night and my mind bled then my heart. Now, nothing breathing with a dead or decaying heart has the authority to tell me how south I can go for the day.
What Constitutes a Decent Life and Death?
What Constitutes a Decent Life and Death?
What Constitutes a Decent Life and Death?
I stared too long in the eyes of the night and my mind bled then my heart. Now, nothing breathing with a dead or decaying heart has the authority to tell me how south I can go for the day.