Nothing here, But the smell of empty years,
Invisible threads of memory, 
Resigned to death;
The moon a vacant house, 
The heart, And flesh of an empty shell.

Nothing here, But the smell of empty years, Invisible threads of memory, Resigned to death; The moon a vacant house, The heart, And flesh of an empty shell.

Without An Ellipsis

A Testimony Concerning A Sickness. Ran out of space, My older uploads can always be found here: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCUiZnGELnZk8v-6tmvYV52w

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Without An Ellipsis

Without An Ellipsis