in the garden of sinners, there lies a river with waters tinted red and splotched with black ink. in the garden of sinners, there lies an embankment, abandoned by its soulful tune and replaced with midnight skies and unanswered questions. its taste is sweet.
in the garden of sinners, there lies a marble mantle, with a crystal heart incased in glass.
do you know the owner of this heart?
do you know the guardian of this silver slit soul?
the garden of sinners, the godforsaken place with failed dreams, failed plans, failed things. its a maze, they say, the ones who have entered the garden of sinners. it's a maze full of paradoxes and juxtaposition.
your left is your right, sometimes your up is down and to those that watch you from above, you are upside down. a psychedelic mood with checkered moons and striped suns—i think i found you here in the midst of this chaos. i found you in the garden of sinners, angel of the labyrinth.
and now my heart rests in pieces, darling.
