7 de agosto de 2009

Tingling Noir

In the Hall of Dream’s a voice whispered.

I followed the music until she started to dance…

…and I lay there for an eternity.
I’ve lost myself for hours in glimpses of shadows,
And smiled to every beast painted in the walls.
Fire colors kiss me in the cheek and said goodbye.
Struggled sins singed in the light.

Now I live here...
Crepuscule of Delight embraces me softly.

Until no man Hands can pull me out.

*All Photos by Herself

Sem comentários: