Absonant Cadence
Emergence
Each day I die clandestinely but the universe is spying me on for masking the ashes grey ruins of my soul awake and those bits of life as reals as apprehended the ones i structure... the return for a question of resurrection i come back in the death's placing in where i am dead another time i'm only lignt and tumult another time i'm just shadow and silence otherwise I emerge again from an old stagnation
From Letras Mania