Tag: Disembowelment

All is calm, all is quiescent-the colour magenta, The afternoon breeze finds its way to my soul, AsI sit there ...

You, wander through the fields, Your, sorrow as I advocate the depression, Stumble into the hardened earth And become engulfed ...

Through the winding forest where the bodies of Disillusioned peasants lay in the catacombs, Gothic oakwood may once again take ...