It's warm, it's cold,
the troubled heart.
Yeah, it's gilded and scold
and severed apart.
It will show no mercy,
no refuge, no gain,
won't show sympathy for the cries
of internal pain.
My friends, my foes,
my family and such.
I've seen them all and I have seen
them all too much.
I've seen them cry, them cheer,
their whole emptiness
longing for purpose to be here
and where they fit best.
I've seen great journeys in order
to fill in the gap
inside their souls wherever
they can on the map.
I've seen the wolves and the lions,
the lamb and serpent.
I've seen them inside therians
no clue where they've been. ...
Current Residence: Earth
Favourite genre of music: Alternative Rock & Metal
Favourite photographer: Getty Images (I guess...)
Favourite style of art: Traditional Art
Operating System: Windows 7
MP3 player of choice: Sony Walkman
Personal Quote: Sight is the weakest scent. It decieves the mind and covers or weakens the other six senses. -Rituo