Like and comment your name for a tbh and maybe a dm.
Mother of mine were born of the blood of the night, a golden line would cover your forehead. And of the voice of the shadows born the angels who forever sings you name — "Darkness.." Alma without love, wishes aborted for the reason.. Heavy flow, cry forever swings the pendulum in my hand, burned soil, violent glass that makes me mourn.. Mother of mine always hide me in your heart.
The perfect note comes from your mouth, in your hands are knives that protect me, darkness in my soul, darkness in my body, darkes in my space, darkness, never to look back..
The paint penetrates my skin, my skull wants to stop thinking about me, empty bottles and white lines on the bible, the black hat and cold sweat. Arianna Cervantés. Was the name of this mysterious but passionate woman who comes across more serious than she is. #openrp