Empty Space

By Loneliness is condescending • March 21, 2006 04:51 UTC

Alabaster stone burning in my onyx heart Drinking from the stream of fallacy Take the fruit from the tree of malice Till there is nothing left of the hollow shell With the light that’s rising in the east

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March 21, 2006 05:30lost the lonely dead

i didnt get this at all but thats sorta normal

March 21, 2006 19:42Faith

Interesting imagery... i like it!