wading in the dark disheartened and alone, my weary soul is wounded & my static body is a void, all beliefs have left with the ebb.
Étiquette : wreck
wretched existence
metal bleak creations, shaped as tombstones, are swallowed by the cold.
Jean-Philippe LACHOT
wading in the dark disheartened and alone, my weary soul is wounded & my static body is a void, all beliefs have left with the ebb.
metal bleak creations, shaped as tombstones, are swallowed by the cold.