Frell translation
Seas of red, black and grey. twisting, beckoning, embracing. Smoothing comfort, of hard walls and empty rooms. reality reaches, wrestles, wrecks havoc. Shrin the bubble, flee the world, solidify. Shrivel, pale blue threads. Crumple, collapse, catch, in the twisted desire. Slide along, dragged by chains you cannot see, ties of misguided light. shake them off, tug and rattle, these scars on your beauty, this blue veined web, disfiguring your sleek red shine.
i felt like saying that and don't feel like changing the thoughts drasticly from how they are in my head. just wondering, do any of you know enough about me to know what i'm takling about? i'll be very supprised if more than one of you do...
i felt like saying that and don't feel like changing the thoughts drasticly from how they are in my head. just wondering, do any of you know enough about me to know what i'm takling about? i'll be very supprised if more than one of you do...