

The Poet And The PendulumThe Poet And The PendulumThe Poet And The Pendulum
"WHITE LANDS OF EMPATHICA"
The end.
The songwriter's dead. The blade fell upon him Taking him to the white lands Of Empathica Of Innocence Empathica Innocence
"HOME"
The dreamer and the wine Poet without a rhyme A widowed writer torn apart by chains of hell
One last perfect verse Is still the same old song Oh Christ how I hate what I have become
Take me home
Getaway, runaway, fly away Lead me astray to dreamer's hideaway I
| I am the creative person. Emotionally, to anger. I love to draw and work in photoshop, doing vocals (and I really like this ), train solfeggio. A bit strange. Cheerful, good-natured, but at the same time, like darkness, black, gothic, not like sunny weather. I like mist. On the outside I polite, not aggressive, so you can not be afraid, I won't bite Until that you have enough) |
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my store->[link]
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- If you were free, what would you do?
- What would you do?
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"You can see clearly only with your heart. Eyes cannot see the essential" (Antoine de Saint-Exupery)
"The day Toumas stops writing amazing music is the day hell freezes over. " [link]
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Much appreciated! ^_^
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"Greed is for amateurs. Disorder, chaos, anarchy: now that's fun!"
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