| Emptiness grave in Mind On a night I have invented There is a strange big moon But the stars elude the skies And the clouds are of the sun I don't know.... I don't know how how to take this death or relief known as Emptiness. - [link] |
| Emptiness grave in Mind On a night I have invented There is a strange big moon But the stars elude the skies And the clouds are of the sun I don't know.... I don't know how how to take this death or relief known as Emptiness. - [link] |


| I live in many different worlds. I find and make beauty in everything… and anything. I'm… a constant parallactic paradox, sublime, with a restless soul that exudes melancholy, a Black Heart drowning in euphoria, and a great mind scarce in madness… livened by all forms of rarity… living for the One Who made me.™ - © [link] - Visit my website @ xyldrae.com - [link] - Visit my poetry website @ poetry.xyldrae.com - [link] - Follow me on Twitter @xyldrae - [link] |