eternal peace, internal violence, i am succumbed by immoral decadence. this is not about the age of acceptance, but about the outward struggle to be ... to be. to be everything you and i desires to be. it is not even the tears we shed before, and the way we look at them now, in our minds, as they stream on our youthful cheeks. this is not even about the rusted chains that ties us both in the poles of our past. this is my violence within that i want to suppress, the violence to walk across you naked.
free my silence unto the unknown space, and there i will sing the lyrics of my affection.
About Me
- Cyrella Racemiflora
- once in a while you chance to meet people from the inside universe of their own.
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