Sat, 09/28/2013 - 21:30 -- Maca14



The once white rose has withered. Stomped on. Crushed. Bruised.Left with no sunlight..The spirit leaves the body and destroys the mind. Vicious. Revenge.Leaves the earth.Welcoming itself into the universal system. Whispering secrets among the planets,asteroids,&comets.They willingly listen. The moon has kidnapped the sun. Sneaks along swiftly dragging the overwhelming darkness and gleaming stars. The stars of death that provide life down below them. The stars plant a seed.  A beautiful Black Rose. Deep in Darkness,Beautiful Madness. The taste of freedom is bittersweet... But everlasting. Insanity. 

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