Autumn Depression October air outside of my filtered vision, rows of gray stones line the hills, no matter how far I walk, I can not leave this prison, trapped in a cage that was never built.
tales of mystery, horror and suspense
tales of mystery, horror and suspense
Autumn Depression October air outside of my filtered vision, rows of gray stones line the hills, no matter how far I walk, I can not leave this prison, trapped in a cage that was never built.