• gladiator001 76w


    Listen to the dying song of
    an evening, a wonder ;
    All wanderers come to home,
    But a wonder is worthless
    Without you,
    In your absence I cease,
    like a clock has halted the universe and the darkness stares in shadows,
    All fashions are fake,
    Passion becomes a mistake,
    The existence of a void
    dwells within me,
    My fate is silently sealed,
    And it will be mercilessly revealed,
    A cure is now worse than the disease,
    a poison I must drink,
    in an ambiguity and mistrust of a panacea,
    With simple probability of heads and tails,
    Love is gambled, a tossed coin
    coming down to define your destiny;

    What are the chances ?