IN SLEEP, IN SLEEP, IN SLEEP, IN SLEEP, IN SLEEP, IN SLEEP, IN SLEEP
by zzathras777 A cult of sound without lips was growing. The veil had staked its claim. Staying myself I thought I will become you; there would be a lured kill! Moaning inside, a wave has ruffled the sea. Serpent of moon quakes the shore. Death was worthy of a kiss. A gull flies away with… Read More »