Morta

[cloudcafe]

Eyes gold, glazed over. Staring, staring, into the unknown, maybe the land of the dead, maybe the land of the accursed, the condemned, the underworld, our Hell. Eyes that will never see again. Eyes that were always blind.

Lips sewn; The cutting of the thread of life silences our words, our breathing. A breath to hush the flame within the ghosts

Comments

[elisabell_angel]

Absolutely beautiful and poetic... *in awe*

[cloudcafe]

is it really? 8D; Thankyou..?

[elisabell_angel]

OF COURSE!! Don't question the 'thank you' say it loud and proud!

[cloudcafe]

o-okay @w@
Um.

THANKYOU