Sunday, 2 March 2014

Death is near.

Laying on silk sand listening to harmony all around, reason isn't fair, death is near, I don't care how will it feel? How is it going to be over there?
Drank my last sip, played my last song just waiting for death to come! The moon is watching my last scene before I go. The lion is ready to pounce on me.

Thank you for mag