It's been a while...
Istic et aetas.
Creativity in it's truest form. Subtle, deep, soft, sleep. Beneath the red roses weep. The crimson skies bled from the days gone by. Red. Until the end of the nox dread. Igneous fucus ab ardor appetentia. Slipping in and out of passage. Betwixt the lines we message to cruel fate thus is our winding road. Forever entwined in this fatum lead. Equidem aetas et istic. Do with as will proceeds. Forever in this burning desire. The roads continue to bleed. Rosa accido adlimes caenum. Forever forward. Forever...
Istic et letum.
Aeternus istic.
Creativity in it's truest form. Subtle, deep, soft, sleep. Beneath the red roses weep. The crimson skies bled from the days gone by. Red. Until the end of the nox dread. Igneous fucus ab ardor appetentia. Slipping in and out of passage. Betwixt the lines we message to cruel fate thus is our winding road. Forever entwined in this fatum lead. Equidem aetas et istic. Do with as will proceeds. Forever in this burning desire. The roads continue to bleed. Rosa accido adlimes caenum. Forever forward. Forever...
Istic et letum.
Aeternus istic.