Wonder Clouds Rain کے بول

A Stargazer. In the dim shades, sense erotic angels or devils (or whatever they may be( circling you. Aura? What fool am I? I do not need guidance to find my way to my dear friend: Temptation. Self-Infection. Has a deadly hold of me. Melancholy. Alike the latter. A lone knight of my own wooden, round table. What pleasures do misery and chaos hold inside! Tiny, little rebellious creature is a fierce enemy now. Worry not. I wore a revenue of faith in us and all of a sudden it proved to be my passage to the sickest of love and lore. Thus: Morals have weakened to bits, eyes casted towards the whore Oh perils, what Eldorado before me! Heave myself into ebony. Once I finish the revolution of doubt - allow me then to hate the air and wish for those clouds with LATEX linings to RAIN all my hell.