AlphaSilvr

Immortal Soft-spoken evidence, an opaque forthcoming, Day after day, night after night. Subsistence of an eternal, O so solitary being, Roaming the air, scavenging an aeonian blight. Longing for an ending to this perpetual state, Hollowed, yet stained existence who knows no fatality, Waiting for the bedding of oneself in the arms of faith, The answer to this never-ending tragedy. Come to me. Come to me, dear apogee. Carry me to my kin, my darling souls with whom I parted ways. For so long, the torment, the agony. Lethality, I beg you to take me, I pray. My sorrowful mind knows no rest, A storm of imagery, a picturesque collision of souve