Musings in uncharted territories: Meaningless existence tossed and turned by the waves of...
Meaningless existence tossed and turned by the waves of time,
Engravings on bitterness worn on jaded ankles as we try,
Walk a path off one of familiarity for the thrill, for the ride,
But it was always our birthright to journey through the crevices of pain,
No one speaks our language for…
(Source: labyrinthine-melodies)

