4 May 2012
Your eyes are black pools of hatred.
Your hair, a wreath of flames.
Your stare withers the flowers,
And your heart is carved from stone.
Anger • Opuss № I
4 May 2012
Your eyes are black pools of hatred.
Your hair, a wreath of flames.
Your stare withers the flowers,
And your heart is carved from stone.
Anger • Opuss № I