Lost
Teardrops fall her visage, still as stone hard and unmoving. No pulse to see No heart to feel not even an eyelash moves only the drops warm, wet show the storm the tempest, raging within. Heat and pain, collide, black lightning and...
Teardrops fall her visage, still as stone hard and unmoving. No pulse to see No heart to feel not even an eyelash moves only the drops warm, wet show the storm the tempest, raging within. Heat and pain, collide, black lightning and...