Evil is charming and beautiful. It asks for one small compromise after another until it whittles you down.
...“soaring on the wings of selfish pride i flew too high and like Icharus i collide… to turn away and not become another nail to pierce the skin of one who loves more deeply than the oceans, more abundant than the tears of a world—embracing every heartache..”
you’ll sit alone forever if you wait for the right time — what are you hoping for?
...Excuse me, are you lost? Perhaps you would care to visit the site map