A Torn Relic
Helena, I will hide in the night Behind the shadows of those bushes That makes my shame seem not so dark As our love story...
Helena, I will hide in the night Behind the shadows of those bushes That makes my shame seem not so dark As our love story...
A fifth dimensional curve bends the black keys Playing a symphony moonlighting the beauty of Vienna Creating a sound that illuminates a nostalgic fragile essence...
Ethereal energy flows through the bent edges of space Aligning seven seismic chakras vibrating vividly intricate quivers of time Radiant in enlightenment peering deeply into...