In a manica the reaper comes around, And the winds they sweep my manic funereal ground. Some deranged and some devour, to haunt me down in my darkest hour. Yet another mind of the Devil's design
Reblogged from ljiljador
Spring came in one day The clouds in front of the moon Tore themselves to shreds So that two moons passed in one night
(Source: synodik)
Posted February 23, 2012 at 8:00 pm 5819 notes