“she was a siren without a song to sing, a ghost inside of her own flesh, bruised knuckles pounding at the gates of personal freedom, oh how this unhallowed ground consumes her.”
— Legend#1 - @xthefaultisminex
“she was a siren without a song to sing, a ghost inside of her own flesh, bruised knuckles pounding at the gates of personal freedom, oh how this unhallowed ground consumes her.”
— Legend#1 - @xthefaultisminex