Nothing Is What It SeemsA by VertigoHearts made of ash with echos of past heartbeats as solace against a torrential wind that rises and rises in waves...it is grave indeed to meet an end to all things...it is grave to see it, to know it, to be it in the end when every void falls apart and the edge of reason collapses with it...within this cage...within its rage...and nothing, nothing is what it seems © 2009 Vertigo |
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