Instinct. Instinct lives here. What we see isn't nearly as important as how we choose to see it. We are NEVER out of the woods.
Friday, April 25, 2008
room with a view
the black tower rises once more mirror walls and obsidian doors spike of hell stabbing skyward there can be no relenting climbing piercing from atop the pinnacle of night the sky bleeds only darkness
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