Someone asked me how I was last week.

I asked if I can show him rather than tell him; for words fail me at times and the language of the Silver Tongue though is rich in numbers, lack a certain “Oooommmmpppphhhhhh!!” when required to describe something that lies beyond description.

Prophet of Melancholia

He took a look and nodded slowly… Yeah, that doesn’t look too good;
If the strings cut too deep, try letting them go instead;
There isn’t any point in trying to save the dead.

The beast was here all along…


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