There was a soft chiming sound, which meant, tragedy of tragedies, the angel had just popped himself up onto the countertop. So, what are we doing tonight? Wait, let me guess, sitting in morose silenc...
Anything exceptional gets crushed by common people with jealousy and ignorance and all their common evils.
(n.) knot which slips along the rope or line around which it is made.
Do you Believe? Do you Fade like a Dream?Let me hear you BREATHELet me watch as you sleepThe Sparrow's Eyes... Promises shift into judgmentsI cannot deny that you were designed for my punishments