Mad hope is soaked in the opposition of my thorns dancing on a tightrope and mating with the wrath of my corpse when i am crowning my skin in the corruption of my blood.
Random syllables of sanity from my subterranean barometric life
Mad hope is soaked in the opposition of my thorns dancing on a tightrope and mating with the wrath of my corpse when i am crowning my skin in the corruption of my blood.