12 June 2012
Preaching as if the land is near dancing words, not very clear trolling like an angry boar scratching at the nearest door loving, but so full of fear.
The heart is nothing but a room silent with a resounding boom making mistakes like before feeling broken at the shore a feeling of impending doom
Is it all a mystic dream no matter how real it might seem? I reached the point where I don't care if real or dream or a nightmare I'll sever all, not keep a beam I'll sever all, and kill the dream..
A Dream Of Love • Opuss № I