© 2008 Gin

Stand up and admit, tomorrow’s never coming.

Music: Marilyn Manson
Chaos: reigns, as I look beyond my toes, over the edge.
Below: turmoil, panic, fleeting glimpses of humanity, between animalistic human shadows; savage, rabid.
Red for the panic, black for the crows, grey for the dust, yellow for the sun which casts the shadow across the valley.

All the glitters is not gold.

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