In The Mist, Shape of Despair

Pictures are mine. Visite: Shape of despair, Album shades of, sond In the Mist Slow my feet are frozen their veins still closing helplessly afar waking the creatures within I am a lonely traveller awaiting to sleep eternally under those cold woods as my fall brings then shadows of their wings as howling their pleads wounded, I lay on ground listening their needs It’s dark and cold and they fly slowly and