Diamond set in gold.
Body and soul to hold.


The LeachHeavily flooded with staunch ink coagulated in tubes. Blotches amid lengthy lines scrawled across dry leaves of crisp white paper. Pen tip grooves scratching on calloused skin waiting to bleed. Organs squeezing, pumping and leaching the viscous black pigment from below. Enslaved by the pit- reaching desperately into the earth for more while the tower's middle hour chimes in time with rhyme. The source of this blackened existence thickening as it grows cold in the flesh.The Leach
Death calls for more.
Articulate
The Pharmacy

The CallingThe Bush Curlew wallows in forbidden mantras of isolation. Eyes stained by horror. Eyes stained blood-red- afraid of the moon. Vision accustomed to the dark. The low flying bird is afraid to be seen by humans in this earthly guise, for what is seen is believed by humans. They say belief opens the doors to all kinds of evil. Some things are better left unsaid. You are wanted dead when alive in the silence, but the silence is all too easy. Patience is for the weak I was told. Do we all die young? Silence always follows such enquiries and as for answers... Well they only come out at night don't they? Too loud to be caught in thThe Calling
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life is too important to be taken seriously
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Like a Barnacle...
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[link] my website
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"To see a World in a Grain of Sand
And a Heaven in a Wild Flower,
Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand
And Eternity in a hour."
William Blake
The comments and watch are appreciated.
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I want your love and I want your revenge you and me could write a bad romance.
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if you like Tarja Turunen->[link]
Ghost Love Score. best song ever.->[link]
my Tarja club [link]
My love in the dark heart of the night
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