It's true. Time is not what it used to be, at least for me.
Category All / All
Species Unspecified / Any
Size 250 x 290px
File Size 49.8 kB
Welcome the enemy hours, the influx of shadows, the way I let it in. Call it the genie that rises from the opened bottle, the vampire one lets in, the werewolf of the glass moon. It's a transform, an avatar, I'm controlled by the force and choice is lost. The concept of who vanishes like smoke, free agency is lost, I become someone else.
Sometimes it's uproarous fun, and sometimes I'm lost and the reality of this purgatory truly sucks. Yet I don't know how to stop. Life is so dull without it. Gray, hard like concrete, gun metal skies and such a soul eating loneliness. So I guess I'll just-
Sometimes it's uproarous fun, and sometimes I'm lost and the reality of this purgatory truly sucks. Yet I don't know how to stop. Life is so dull without it. Gray, hard like concrete, gun metal skies and such a soul eating loneliness. So I guess I'll just-
FA+

Comments