(Once, in a land shrouded in perpetual night, a lone wanderer stumbled upon a forgotten village. Its inhabitants, cursed with eyes that glowed like dying embers, warned of a nearby forest haunted by vengeful spirits. Ignoring their pleas, the wanderer ventured forth, only to find themselves ensnared in the forest's malevolent grasp, forever lost to its shadowy depths), (style of William Kentridge:1.1), (style of Loui Jover:1.2), (style of Andy Kehoe:1.5), surreal, (shallow depth of field:1.4), pencil draw, abstract, wireframe
3221
Juggernaut XL
Passed Memories As they cry, muted, colourless dreams pour into holes ripped in my fabric of life. Closer to forever as can be though still oblivious of a destiny stronger than the foundations of that of words, but then words spoken too soon, like music poor of passion, die, while beauty mourns what could have been. Where I came from I don't know as my snowy path from times long gone in others memories now serve.
267
FLUX
Small Words of Missing Red ink like lover’s lips flow slowly as my pen roams unwritten landscapes for your honour. Like a pilgrim in holy lands I visit every memory as my favourite temple in time, until the next my breath takes away. It’s been more than forever since the day our sun died; when with a hasty kiss my tears you dried. Leaving me with gray small words of missing that cover me like frozen rain from a place where roses only thorns grow.
268
FLUX
: 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.
181
FLUX
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.
380
FLUX
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.
360
FLUX
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.
278
FLUX
Small Words of Missing Red ink like lover’s lips flow slowly as my pen roams unwritten landscapes for your honour. Like a pilgrim in holy lands I visit every memory as my favourite temple in time, until the next my breath takes away. It’s been more than forever since the day our sun died; when with a hasty kiss my tears you dried. Leaving me with gray small words of missing that cover me like frozen rain from a place where roses only thorns grow.
088
FLUX
Small Words of Missing Red ink like lover’s lips flow slowly as my pen roams unwritten landscapes for your honour. Like a pilgrim in holy lands I visit every memory as my favourite temple in time, until the next my breath takes away. It’s been more than forever since the day our sun died; when with a hasty kiss my tears you dried. Leaving me with gray small words of missing that cover me like frozen rain from a place where roses only thorns grow.
083
FLUX
Once more the silence speaks to me, unforgiving and harsh like daggers of truth through what's real. Once I begged to be spared, but heaven lies beyond the gate of lies and through it I must walk. Once love flowed over me and pain could not be felt, when tears kissed away by lips oh so soft comfort gave. Once every breath loves ally until hatred killed her smile and dimmed her eyes. Once, I loved, no more.
4114
FLUX
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.
178
FLUX
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.
160
FLUX
Once more the silence speaks to me, unforgiving and harsh like daggers of truth through what's real. Once I begged to be spared, but heaven lies beyond the gate of lies and through it I must walk. Once love flowed over me and pain could not be felt, when tears kissed away by lips oh so soft comfort gave. Once every breath loves ally until hatred killed her smile and dimmed her eyes. Once, I loved, no more.
386
FLUX
(Once, in a land shrouded in perpetual night, a lone wanderer stumbled upon a forgotten village. Its inhabitants, cursed with eyes that glowed like dying embers, warned of a nearby forest haunted by vengeful spirits. Ignoring their pleas, the wanderer ventured forth, only to find themselves ensnared in the forest's malevolent grasp, forever lost to its shadowy depths), (style of William Kentridge:1.1), (style of Loui Jover:1.2), (style of Andy Kehoe:1.5), surreal, (shallow depth of field:1.4), pencil draw, abstract, wireframe
3221
Juggernaut XL
: 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.
181
FLUX
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.
360
FLUX
Small Words of Missing Red ink like lover’s lips flow slowly as my pen roams unwritten landscapes for your honour. Like a pilgrim in holy lands I visit every memory as my favourite temple in time, until the next my breath takes away. It’s been more than forever since the day our sun died; when with a hasty kiss my tears you dried. Leaving me with gray small words of missing that cover me like frozen rain from a place where roses only thorns grow.
088
FLUX
Once more the silence speaks to me, unforgiving and harsh like daggers of truth through what's real. Once I begged to be spared, but heaven lies beyond the gate of lies and through it I must walk. Once love flowed over me and pain could not be felt, when tears kissed away by lips oh so soft comfort gave. Once every breath loves ally until hatred killed her smile and dimmed her eyes. Once, I loved, no more.
4114
FLUX
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.
160
FLUX
Passed Memories As they cry, muted, colourless dreams pour into holes ripped in my fabric of life. Closer to forever as can be though still oblivious of a destiny stronger than the foundations of that of words, but then words spoken too soon, like music poor of passion, die, while beauty mourns what could have been. Where I came from I don't know as my snowy path from times long gone in others memories now serve.
267
FLUX
Small Words of Missing Red ink like lover’s lips flow slowly as my pen roams unwritten landscapes for your honour. Like a pilgrim in holy lands I visit every memory as my favourite temple in time, until the next my breath takes away. It’s been more than forever since the day our sun died; when with a hasty kiss my tears you dried. Leaving me with gray small words of missing that cover me like frozen rain from a place where roses only thorns grow.
268
FLUX
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.
380
FLUX
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.
278
FLUX
Small Words of Missing Red ink like lover’s lips flow slowly as my pen roams unwritten landscapes for your honour. Like a pilgrim in holy lands I visit every memory as my favourite temple in time, until the next my breath takes away. It’s been more than forever since the day our sun died; when with a hasty kiss my tears you dried. Leaving me with gray small words of missing that cover me like frozen rain from a place where roses only thorns grow.
083
FLUX
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.
178
FLUX
Once more the silence speaks to me, unforgiving and harsh like daggers of truth through what's real. Once I begged to be spared, but heaven lies beyond the gate of lies and through it I must walk. Once love flowed over me and pain could not be felt, when tears kissed away by lips oh so soft comfort gave. Once every breath loves ally until hatred killed her smile and dimmed her eyes. Once, I loved, no more.
386
FLUX
(Once, in a land shrouded in perpetual night, a lone wanderer stumbled upon a forgotten village. Its inhabitants, cursed with eyes that glowed like dying embers, warned of a nearby forest haunted by vengeful spirits. Ignoring their pleas, the wanderer ventured forth, only to find themselves ensnared in the forest's malevolent grasp, forever lost to its shadowy depths), (style of William Kentridge:1.1), (style of Loui Jover:1.2), (style of Andy Kehoe:1.5), surreal, (shallow depth of field:1.4), pencil draw, abstract, wireframe
3221
Juggernaut XL
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.
278
FLUX
Once more the silence speaks to me, unforgiving and harsh like daggers of truth through what's real. Once I begged to be spared, but heaven lies beyond the gate of lies and through it I must walk. Once love flowed over me and pain could not be felt, when tears kissed away by lips oh so soft comfort gave. Once every breath loves ally until hatred killed her smile and dimmed her eyes. Once, I loved, no more.
4114
FLUX
Once more the silence speaks to me, unforgiving and harsh like daggers of truth through what's real. Once I begged to be spared, but heaven lies beyond the gate of lies and through it I must walk. Once love flowed over me and pain could not be felt, when tears kissed away by lips oh so soft comfort gave. Once every breath loves ally until hatred killed her smile and dimmed her eyes. Once, I loved, no more.
386
FLUX
Small Words of Missing Red ink like lover’s lips flow slowly as my pen roams unwritten landscapes for your honour. Like a pilgrim in holy lands I visit every memory as my favourite temple in time, until the next my breath takes away. It’s been more than forever since the day our sun died; when with a hasty kiss my tears you dried. Leaving me with gray small words of missing that cover me like frozen rain from a place where roses only thorns grow.
268
FLUX
: 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.
181
FLUX
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.
380
FLUX
Small Words of Missing Red ink like lover’s lips flow slowly as my pen roams unwritten landscapes for your honour. Like a pilgrim in holy lands I visit every memory as my favourite temple in time, until the next my breath takes away. It’s been more than forever since the day our sun died; when with a hasty kiss my tears you dried. Leaving me with gray small words of missing that cover me like frozen rain from a place where roses only thorns grow.
088
FLUX
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.
178
FLUX
Passed Memories As they cry, muted, colourless dreams pour into holes ripped in my fabric of life. Closer to forever as can be though still oblivious of a destiny stronger than the foundations of that of words, but then words spoken too soon, like music poor of passion, die, while beauty mourns what could have been. Where I came from I don't know as my snowy path from times long gone in others memories now serve.
267
FLUX
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.
360
FLUX
Small Words of Missing Red ink like lover’s lips flow slowly as my pen roams unwritten landscapes for your honour. Like a pilgrim in holy lands I visit every memory as my favourite temple in time, until the next my breath takes away. It’s been more than forever since the day our sun died; when with a hasty kiss my tears you dried. Leaving me with gray small words of missing that cover me like frozen rain from a place where roses only thorns grow.
083
FLUX
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.
160
FLUX
(Once, in a land shrouded in perpetual night, a lone wanderer stumbled upon a forgotten village. Its inhabitants, cursed with eyes that glowed like dying embers, warned of a nearby forest haunted by vengeful spirits. Ignoring their pleas, the wanderer ventured forth, only to find themselves ensnared in the forest's malevolent grasp, forever lost to its shadowy depths), (style of William Kentridge:1.1), (style of Loui Jover:1.2), (style of Andy Kehoe:1.5), surreal, (shallow depth of field:1.4), pencil draw, abstract, wireframe
3221
Juggernaut XL
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.
380
FLUX
Small Words of Missing Red ink like lover’s lips flow slowly as my pen roams unwritten landscapes for your honour. Like a pilgrim in holy lands I visit every memory as my favourite temple in time, until the next my breath takes away. It’s been more than forever since the day our sun died; when with a hasty kiss my tears you dried. Leaving me with gray small words of missing that cover me like frozen rain from a place where roses only thorns grow.
083
FLUX
Once more the silence speaks to me, unforgiving and harsh like daggers of truth through what's real. Once I begged to be spared, but heaven lies beyond the gate of lies and through it I must walk. Once love flowed over me and pain could not be felt, when tears kissed away by lips oh so soft comfort gave. Once every breath loves ally until hatred killed her smile and dimmed her eyes. Once, I loved, no more.
386
FLUX
Passed Memories As they cry, muted, colourless dreams pour into holes ripped in my fabric of life. Closer to forever as can be though still oblivious of a destiny stronger than the foundations of that of words, but then words spoken too soon, like music poor of passion, die, while beauty mourns what could have been. Where I came from I don't know as my snowy path from times long gone in others memories now serve.
267
FLUX
: 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.
181
FLUX
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.
360
FLUX
Once more the silence speaks to me, unforgiving and harsh like daggers of truth through what's real. Once I begged to be spared, but heaven lies beyond the gate of lies and through it I must walk. Once love flowed over me and pain could not be felt, when tears kissed away by lips oh so soft comfort gave. Once every breath loves ally until hatred killed her smile and dimmed her eyes. Once, I loved, no more.
4114
FLUX
Small Words of Missing Red ink like lover’s lips flow slowly as my pen roams unwritten landscapes for your honour. Like a pilgrim in holy lands I visit every memory as my favourite temple in time, until the next my breath takes away. It’s been more than forever since the day our sun died; when with a hasty kiss my tears you dried. Leaving me with gray small words of missing that cover me like frozen rain from a place where roses only thorns grow.
088
FLUX
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.
160
FLUX
Small Words of Missing Red ink like lover’s lips flow slowly as my pen roams unwritten landscapes for your honour. Like a pilgrim in holy lands I visit every memory as my favourite temple in time, until the next my breath takes away. It’s been more than forever since the day our sun died; when with a hasty kiss my tears you dried. Leaving me with gray small words of missing that cover me like frozen rain from a place where roses only thorns grow.
268
FLUX
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.
278
FLUX
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.
178
FLUX
(Once, in a land shrouded in perpetual night, a lone wanderer stumbled upon a forgotten village. Its inhabitants, cursed with eyes that glowed like dying embers, warned of a nearby forest haunted by vengeful spirits. Ignoring their pleas, the wanderer ventured forth, only to find themselves ensnared in the forest's malevolent grasp, forever lost to its shadowy depths), (style of William Kentridge:1.1), (style of Loui Jover:1.2), (style of Andy Kehoe:1.5), surreal, (shallow depth of field:1.4), pencil draw, abstract, wireframe
3221
Juggernaut XL
Small Words of Missing Red ink like lover’s lips flow slowly as my pen roams unwritten landscapes for your honour. Like a pilgrim in holy lands I visit every memory as my favourite temple in time, until the next my breath takes away. It’s been more than forever since the day our sun died; when with a hasty kiss my tears you dried. Leaving me with gray small words of missing that cover me like frozen rain from a place where roses only thorns grow.
268
FLUX
Small Words of Missing Red ink like lover’s lips flow slowly as my pen roams unwritten landscapes for your honour. Like a pilgrim in holy lands I visit every memory as my favourite temple in time, until the next my breath takes away. It’s been more than forever since the day our sun died; when with a hasty kiss my tears you dried. Leaving me with gray small words of missing that cover me like frozen rain from a place where roses only thorns grow.
088
FLUX
Once more the silence speaks to me, unforgiving and harsh like daggers of truth through what's real. Once I begged to be spared, but heaven lies beyond the gate of lies and through it I must walk. Once love flowed over me and pain could not be felt, when tears kissed away by lips oh so soft comfort gave. Once every breath loves ally until hatred killed her smile and dimmed her eyes. Once, I loved, no more.
386
FLUX
Small Words of Missing Red ink like lover’s lips flow slowly as my pen roams unwritten landscapes for your honour. Like a pilgrim in holy lands I visit every memory as my favourite temple in time, until the next my breath takes away. It’s been more than forever since the day our sun died; when with a hasty kiss my tears you dried. Leaving me with gray small words of missing that cover me like frozen rain from a place where roses only thorns grow.
083
FLUX
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.
380
FLUX
Once more the silence speaks to me, unforgiving and harsh like daggers of truth through what's real. Once I begged to be spared, but heaven lies beyond the gate of lies and through it I must walk. Once love flowed over me and pain could not be felt, when tears kissed away by lips oh so soft comfort gave. Once every breath loves ally until hatred killed her smile and dimmed her eyes. Once, I loved, no more.
4114
FLUX
: 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.
181
FLUX
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.
278
FLUX
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.
160
FLUX
Passed Memories As they cry, muted, colourless dreams pour into holes ripped in my fabric of life. Closer to forever as can be though still oblivious of a destiny stronger than the foundations of that of words, but then words spoken too soon, like music poor of passion, die, while beauty mourns what could have been. Where I came from I don't know as my snowy path from times long gone in others memories now serve.
267
FLUX
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.
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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.
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(Once, in a land shrouded in perpetual night, a lone wanderer stumbled upon a forgotten village. Its inhabitants, cursed with eyes that glowed like dying embers, warned of a nearby forest haunted by vengeful spirits. Ignoring their pleas, the wanderer ventured forth, only to find themselves ensnared in the forest's malevolent grasp, forever lost to its shadowy depths), (style of William Kentridge:1.1), (style of Loui Jover:1.2), (style of Andy Kehoe:1.5), surreal, (shallow depth of field:1.4), pencil draw, abstract, wireframe
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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.
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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.
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: 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.
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Small Words of Missing Red ink like lover’s lips flow slowly as my pen roams unwritten landscapes for your honour. Like a pilgrim in holy lands I visit every memory as my favourite temple in time, until the next my breath takes away. It’s been more than forever since the day our sun died; when with a hasty kiss my tears you dried. Leaving me with gray small words of missing that cover me like frozen rain from a place where roses only thorns grow.
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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.
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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.
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Small Words of Missing Red ink like lover’s lips flow slowly as my pen roams unwritten landscapes for your honour. Like a pilgrim in holy lands I visit every memory as my favourite temple in time, until the next my breath takes away. It’s been more than forever since the day our sun died; when with a hasty kiss my tears you dried. Leaving me with gray small words of missing that cover me like frozen rain from a place where roses only thorns grow.
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Passed Memories As they cry, muted, colourless dreams pour into holes ripped in my fabric of life. Closer to forever as can be though still oblivious of a destiny stronger than the foundations of that of words, but then words spoken too soon, like music poor of passion, die, while beauty mourns what could have been. Where I came from I don't know as my snowy path from times long gone in others memories now serve.
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Small Words of Missing Red ink like lover’s lips flow slowly as my pen roams unwritten landscapes for your honour. Like a pilgrim in holy lands I visit every memory as my favourite temple in time, until the next my breath takes away. It’s been more than forever since the day our sun died; when with a hasty kiss my tears you dried. Leaving me with gray small words of missing that cover me like frozen rain from a place where roses only thorns grow.
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Once more the silence speaks to me, unforgiving and harsh like daggers of truth through what's real. Once I begged to be spared, but heaven lies beyond the gate of lies and through it I must walk. Once love flowed over me and pain could not be felt, when tears kissed away by lips oh so soft comfort gave. Once every breath loves ally until hatred killed her smile and dimmed her eyes. Once, I loved, no more.
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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.
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Once more the silence speaks to me, unforgiving and harsh like daggers of truth through what's real. Once I begged to be spared, but heaven lies beyond the gate of lies and through it I must walk. Once love flowed over me and pain could not be felt, when tears kissed away by lips oh so soft comfort gave. Once every breath loves ally until hatred killed her smile and dimmed her eyes. Once, I loved, no more.
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