The Ballad of Les Thorne.

preachings of blackened faith in a eulogy of time. blissful pandemonium in sour notes of bottled rhymes. euphoric truths and painted youth. tongues of talismans, and a margined page of miscellaneous fortune.

a desolate sun was veiled by rain. the sky a sphere of paper-mâché. drips leaked down leaves of eden, and drops fell like white winter hymnals. the world was bound by sheets of grey. fog breathed its way down my soul. fingers danced through mist. she whispered in my ear. wake.

a desolate sun was veiled by rain. the sky a sphere of paper-mâché. drips leaked down leaves of eden, and drops fell like white winter hymnals. the world was bound by sheets of grey. fog breathed its way down my soul. fingers danced through mist. she whispered in my ear. wake.



February 08, 2010, 7:47pm  *