Aquiline nose, sunken eyes, gloomy countenance...like an undertaker on holiday...face cadaverous, sepulchral...doom-driven, a romantics melancholy...a wracked soul bearing the sorrow and pain of the ages, a sort of corpse with insomnia. I am drawn to Night, to Twilight, to old ruins, to the dark side of life . I never disclose my real desires or...more »

Aquiline nose, sunken eyes, gloomy countenance...like an undertaker on holiday...face cadaverous, sepulchral...doom-driven, a romantics melancholy...a wracked soul bearing the sorrow and pain of the ages, a sort of corpse with insomnia. I am drawn to Night, to Twilight, to old ruins, to the dark side of life . I never disclose my real desires or the being of my soul.


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