I Write Poetry
There is no word for the speed I took to the morning sun, becoming once again what I once was, leaving those who deny Venus and her gift she brings, in the darkness that consumes them.
Repentance is naught but a threat to the dwellers of obscurity.
Repentance is naught but a threat to the dwellers of obscurity.
By:
julienstaheli
Age:
26-30
,
Male
