For every feeling there was disgrace Prompts

In Innocence and sin When it was air I was breathing I cannot remember, for it was at the beginning of time itself or so it seems. For every feeling there was disgrace, for every thought remorse. So come, come listen to the sound and read the signs before I fade beyond grey into black. Above what's underneath maggots crawl in the half-light of an underground dawn. Scared and with all this dirt staining my skin, going deep within, until I rise again to meet the face of the one that I knelt before. Now in silence I stand for words are dead and nothing but love can be felt as time ends and forever I will remain the same in innocence and sin.

In Innocence and sin When it was air I was breathing I cannot remember, for it was at the beginning of time itself or so it seems. For every feeling there was disgrace, for every thought remorse. So come, come listen to the sound and read the signs before I fade beyond grey into black. Above what's underneath maggots crawl in the half-light of an underground dawn. Scared and with all this dirt staining my skin, going deep within, until I rise again to meet the face of the one that I knelt before. Now in silence I stand for words are dead and nothing but love can be felt as time ends and forever I will remain the same in innocence and sin.

In Innocence and sin When it was air I was breathing I cannot remember, for it was at the beginning of time itself or so it seems. For every feeling there was disgrace, for every thought remorse. So come, come listen to the sound and read the signs before I fade beyond grey into black. Above what's underneath maggots crawl in the half-light of an underground dawn. Scared and with all this dirt staining my skin, going deep within, until I rise again to meet the face of the one that I knelt before. Now in silence I stand for words are dead and nothing but love can be felt as time ends and forever I will remain the same in innocence and sin.

vicious vile and wretched, the malady of the soul injures one like a thousand cuts of a blade, neverendingly drawn to a searing blaze that engulfs the very being of ones self

Skam

fuck you all, kneeling and looking down, full body, desperate, no face, (psychopathic:0.8), brutal, dark clothes, gloomy, unforgettable, emotional depth, very intricate, in the style of Russ Mills and Milo Manara, visually captivating

Oh the burden bleed, it was the world on fire. No-one eating bodies so I was wrong to leave to avoid the perfect one more time. Still (when they kicked me out of jail next morning I was on my knees, dogs barking:1.9). (In the style of Joao Ruas:1.9).

Oh the burden bleed, it was the world on fire. No-one eating bodies so I was wrong to leave to avoid the perfect one more time. Still (when they kicked me out of jail next morning I was on my knees, dogs barking:1.9). (In the style of Joao Ruas:1.9).

Oh the burden bleed, it was the world on fire. No-one eating bodies so I was wrong to leave to avoid the perfect one more time. Still (when they kicked me out of jail next morning I was on my knees, dogs barking:1.9). (In the style of Joao Ruas:1.9).

Painful walk down the road

grieving

an see of ashes, ashes, aches

: Vain Alone again, under a dome of judgement he thought was for the banned only. Imprisoned in flesh so heavy with guilt that angels of light sorrow feel. The sum of his thoughts cannot bring light to a darkness of three am nor a breeze of strawberry summer to a winter's cold inside. "Look for the person in the words, not the shell from where they were born" He said in vain to the rhythm of music almost divine, urging him to get up and go on. All music dies out with time, beauty as well but time, which enjoyed borrowing herself to him, no traces of guilt show because only forward her wheels go.

Vain Alone again, under a dome of judgement he thought was for the banned only. Imprisoned in flesh so heavy with guilt that angels of light sorrow feel. The sum of his thoughts cannot bring light to a darkness of three am nor a breeze of strawberry summer to a winter's cold inside. "Look for the person in the words, not the shell from where they were born" He said in vain to the rhythm of music almost divine, urging him to get up and go on. All music dies out with time, beauty as well but time, which enjoyed borrowing herself to him, no traces of guilt show because only forward her wheels go.

grieving

Unimagineable

Oh the burden bleed, it was the world on fire. No-one eating bodies so I was wrong to leave to avoid the perfect one more time. Still (when they kicked me out of jail next morning I was on my knees, dogs barking:1.9). (In the style of Joao Ruas:1.9).

Vain Alone again, under a dome of judgement he thought was for the banned only. Imprisoned in flesh so heavy with guilt that angels of light sorrow feel. The sum of his thoughts cannot bring light to a darkness of three am nor a breeze of strawberry summer to a winter's cold inside. "Look for the person in the words, not the shell from where they were born" He said in vain to the rhythm of music almost divine, urging him to get up and go on. All music dies out with time, beauty as well but time, which enjoyed borrowing herself to him, no traces of guilt show because only forward her wheels go.

Oh the burden bleed, it was the world on fire. No-one eating bodies so I was wrong to leave to avoid the perfect one more time. Still (when they kicked me out of jail next morning I was on my knees, dogs barking:1.9). (In the style of Joao Ruas:1.9).

Vain Alone again, under a dome of judgement he thought was for the banned only. Imprisoned in flesh so heavy with guilt that angels of light sorrow feel. The sum of his thoughts cannot bring light to a darkness of three am nor a breeze of strawberry summer to a winter's cold inside. "Look for the person in the words, not the shell from where they were born" He said in vain to the rhythm of music almost divine, urging him to get up and go on. All music dies out with time, beauty as well but time, which enjoyed borrowing herself to him, no traces of guilt show because only forward her wheels go.

Oh the burden bleed, it was the world on fire. No-one eating bodies so I was wrong to leave to avoid the perfect one more time. Still (when they kicked me out of jail next morning I was on my knees, dogs barking:1.9). (In the style of Joao Ruas:1.9).

Oh the burden bleed, it was the world on fire. No-one eating bodies so I was wrong to leave to avoid the perfect one more time. Still (when they kicked me out of jail next morning I was on my knees, dogs barking:1.9). (In the style of Joao Ruas:1.9).

Oh the burden bleed, it was the world on fire. No-one eating bodies so I was wrong to leave to avoid the perfect one more time. Still (when they kicked me out of jail next morning I was on my knees, dogs barking:1.9). (In the style of Joao Ruas:1.9).

Vain Alone again, under a dome of judgement he thought was for the banned only. Imprisoned in flesh so heavy with guilt that angels of light sorrow feel. The sum of his thoughts cannot bring light to a darkness of three am nor a breeze of strawberry summer to a winter's cold inside. "Look for the person in the words, not the shell from where they were born" He said in vain to the rhythm of music almost divine, urging him to get up and go on. All music dies out with time, beauty as well but time, which enjoyed borrowing herself to him, no traces of guilt show because only forward her wheels go.