With Echoes In The Movement Of Stone by Minsk

Requiem: From Substance To Silence

by Minsk· from With Echoes In The Movement Of Stone

We settle for pleasure. We revel in pain. She will regret forever. He lusts for a cleansing rain. Set adrift and yet amiss. Stranger in a strange land. Falling eyes and outstretched hands. Blinded by the desperate cry there where fate is eternally blind. I await some sort of resolution. It never comes. It never calms.