Army of Bones



Seek to become a facade of mystery like the foliage in the forest. Then succumbing to the addiction of eccentricities becomes odious, but this grants us repose. Of course, it is the circus that cackles at midnight, whilst branded with tears. A tragic vision, yet reality cannot be denied. Were you and I fantasy, or phantasm?

Bloody and guilty, guiltily awake; and in a battle to end thy days!” -the ghosts of King Richard III; Act V

You are always going to be with someone, and always be alone.


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