Posted by Daughter Of Darkness on Nov 24, 2011 in Childhood Fear, Restroom, Silent Hill, The Town | 0 comments
Backward we traveled to reclaim the day Before we fell, like Icarus, undone; All we find are altars in decay And profane words scrawled black across the sun Originally posted 2011-08-12 20:25:07. Republished by Blog Post Promoter