*Your Beautiful Complication*
Taste the sweet alcohol on my lips, hear the music pounding in my ears. Even smell the acrid smoke that infects the air.
The entirety of it encapsulated inside of me: makes the outside unbearable.
Such emptiness. Such silence.
27-11-05
Love alters when it alteration finds.
Angelic Reflection of Perfection
***UNDER CONSTRUCTION***