An ancient landscape, corpses of an entire dynasty, laying its foundation, as green grass washes the forgotten red that once glorified the battle grounds of Hampi, and the beauty is born out of misery, and the pain leads to gratification, the bad becomes good, and over the years, generations of humanity destroyed, breeds again from … Continue reading Hymn of the ruins.
A fire of desire is what our love is. You the yellow and I the blue flame, shielding you from the crust, love, I’m the skin you wear, and anyone may it be, I’ll fucking burn away, if try getting near you. We are lost souls, aren't we? Ignited by the winds of love lust, … Continue reading In light my dove, in dark my love.