About Me

July 31, 2011


A tempestuous wind
Scour the depths of your face
You see outside
There is no dream
No hope.
Its just nowhere. This place,
Its an unknown gap between two dimensions.
A vast endless portrait of infinite.
An unaccounted space this is,
Forgotten by god and death.

And you have to accept your fate.
this is your hallowed abode,
where you are going to spend the rest of your life.
Distorted, distraught and Alone.
With only silence in tow.