God's left hand? |
Destiny arranged by my crimson hands clutch perfect my purpose. A sentence of foul passion is set to family cruel souls; horrid settle in decay of a dance amongst gentle radiance wrought by fires ru...
Posted by on Sun, 05 Apr 2009 11:03:00 GMT |
something hopeful |
I always look back on the best days of my life and I think I could daydream of the things that would be. Theres a place I know where we can breathe. I always had a dream of the night when the warmth ...
Posted by on Thu, 02 Apr 2009 11:05:00 GMT |
