17 May 2012
The blaze burns past me, scorching my face almost gently. It's the end for the world. The FireStorm rages around the globe, stripping my soul of all but the raw truth, I feel joy, rage, pain. I am.
And then I wake up.
I Am • Opuss № I
17 May 2012
The blaze burns past me, scorching my face almost gently. It's the end for the world. The FireStorm rages around the globe, stripping my soul of all but the raw truth, I feel joy, rage, pain. I am.
And then I wake up.
I Am • Opuss № I