“Ah! listen the song of storm from my disturbed soul;and it scatters flower buds into its lonely halls;like every pain needs a dirge,with wreaths that awful the world framed one for me,and gives the time it calls.” WorldSoulPainSufferingQuotesBloodSocietyFlowerLonelySuicideStormAwfulTime TravelTravelingVisionarySociety DenialSenselessnessLast DaysPoesyGarlandBudsDeathnoteDirgePoundingNithinpurplequotesSuicidialThrobsVenusandcrepuscleWreathLifelostVenusloverBitter ThoughtsCatterSoul Searching Poison Book:Venus and Crepuscule Source: Venus and Crepuscule