29 December 2012
The silence echoes across a room of empty souls, a heart shot to pieces, riddled with bullet holes....
a mind torn in half because of matters of the heart, a man inspired to embrace his love for art..
hours go by and the body is still, he feels numb and in need of a pill...
The cycle of love turns into a vicious game, Filled with immense moments of passion and searing pain.
eyes closed, feigning peaceful sleep, fighting a pain thats embedded far too deep...
there is no cure except for time, the only way to kill it is to create this rhyme.
Time • Opuss № I