Summary

Martyr Newbie

Offline Offline
Posts:
2 (N/A per day)
Age:
N/A
Location:
Istanbul/Turkey
Date Registered:
N/A
Local Time:
January 20, 2020, 06:34:33 AM
Last Active:
July 08, 2003, 11:07:01 AM
Signature:
Once inside I heard whispers in the parlour. The gilded faces grin, aware of my final demise. And I cried, I knew she had lied. Her obsession had died, it had died. When can I take you from this place? When is the word but a sigh? When is death our lone beholder? When do we walk the final steps? When can we scream instead of whisper? When is the new beginning, the end of this sad Madrigal.