Until then, I can’t believe it’s less than a w… Have a good night; take care. I like the way I dress. Every vampire needs a guardian.
Holy white and gutter green, Wicked trance ablaze unseen, The will of the dire in sad routin… Blasted black infernal machine. Nothing is there
With plains so great; the sun coul… Sanctuary blackened by the moon’s… Where only the loneliest crows dev… Before the very first palace was b… There once was a man so betwixt th…
I am going to dig your grave in time and someone else will be digging mine— Mortality is
A lonely creature content just to… Allured by the rooms that hide in… As one would see fit to rest with… Where time after time, you pine fo… These fields that you lie in—seeth…
Tuck me under the blundering sun When I was the younger wondering… I could make liquid diamonds from… I could be fairly invisible too, Spying on bugs while hiding from y…
Crossing your horizon of evidence Existing painfully within design— Down to the last crass moment of s… Suspending in this blacked-out min… You did your best at how you don’t…
like an electron ricocheting out of orbit straight ahead— SO STRAIGHT! The horizon before me
Set inside a suburban puzzle Of which I solved 2 years prior. It’s a plain house. One point two. But not that I know of….
Let me molder on the surface of the Earth. Leave me on dirt with dross and peace. Let the four seasons sweep over my husk. In blood crush dust and petrified grease…. A feast for my inse...
I’m gonna ghost ride this experime… straight into a wormhole. I don’t know where it leads and I almost don’t care— (I was raised on hide and seek,
Thrusting a screw driver through the heart of bliss, Dropping out slowly is harder than you think— A wish in the well
The moon corrals the trees and tid… The night begins to set so deep in… The wind picks up its leaves to cl… They all call out to me ‘in us con… The weather never spins a taller t…
Shams in stark raving silence peek… chewing the rubber Fillings that f… finish those limiting transactions… i wouldn’t care more for the Door… in tune With so many songs on this…
I came here for cuts. Stale cigarette butts, Leaving the scene With poor man’s luck. Rotten
