My love is cursed And so my lips Shall never taste The love they miss. ‘tis my lonely Cruel destiny To walk alone Forever be. She bears no name, I know this well. I’ve searched the sea, Foun… more →
L'Plume de voìce, ZAP et Sonusvoìce wrote 1 year ago: A perfect snowy winter’s field, is pricked with sharp blood red. Within its fallen snowflake shiel … more →