staring into the depth of heaven, along the cliff of expectation my soul grows weaker, the shadowy voyager is lurking he knows and waits.
Étiquette : blois
through thick & thin
transcending my bygone glory, far from dishonour away from hatred, i survived.
looming prophecy
the end of days is at hand, i’m standing here and looking at the sky, awaiting the announcing of the imminent fulfillment of the mystery of God.
shattered lines
without alternative, again bound to this gloom, i no longer discern what’s real or lie.
