| = reflected reflections | Orbitor [08.Jan.02 20:46] |
| i look at myself in the mirror but all i see is glass.there seems to be someone else behind it, a new wave of fallen angels drowning in the shelter of the inhabitual past. though there's no release from the future i hate it as much as i love the fresh cut of the knife in the forehead of doomed gods.shivering the crystal talks to me through babbled stone words, maybe hyeroglifs hidden in the perpetual circle of the pagan rains. | |