20 December 2012
Perpetually sinking into the depths of abyss. Perish! she mocked. Angst all churned-up, ever ready to strike. She beckons and being the coward that you are, you yield.
Eyes burning bright against the stark dark of the night, her eyes brings forth a sense of power. An ownership that she owns with the dark that you cannot fathom. Kneeled down, powerless, you beg of her to spare your sanity.
Dark Come Soon • Opuss № I