A Dungeon Ritual

The Plane Of Air

Cycling through cyclic mindsets
Were these paths trodden before
Wheels spinning in the sludge
Lost again in the  maze
Heaven is death; hell on earth
My weakness pines for God
But I sold my soul to Satan
It's too late to repent
Pierced internally
Echoes with reverberation
Pain is endless
Yet Happiness is just below the noose
Om shanti shanti om

Troubled Mind

Travels To The Underwater Kingdom Of The Ancient Amphibious Race

Ascending The Wizards Throne

Longbottom Leaf WIP

Life is such a massive cope, I'm here at the end of rope, I lost my chance to elope, giving up on useless hope, you get ready you get all dressed up, to go nowhere in particular, back to death or the endless rot, doesn't matter cause it's not enough.

ShangriLa