29 April 2012
The blood still flows, never ceasing.
I'm drowning in the crimson substance.
The music fades to background noise.
I am surrounded, dispensable, dead.
Cut • Opuss № I
29 April 2012
The blood still flows, never ceasing.
I'm drowning in the crimson substance.
The music fades to background noise.
I am surrounded, dispensable, dead.
Cut • Opuss № I