Of Gods Or Monsters

Red Esoteric fluid, life's fundamental virtue mistaking thought protected as soft skin obscures. Clandestine tales of assaults, oh hallowed fang thine nerve plump ripe for the taking. That which belongs to me, stolen. Vpeřit Veiled in silence dare not convey of shadows no more. Know not of what possesses, thoughts no longer owned only enslaved by the … Continue reading Of Gods Or Monsters