Hi, |
Images have danced
Pictures have entranced...
This tunnel so dark
I can't see the end...
Sit down next to me
My angel with scabbed wings...
Stick to your guns
Silver bullet special...
The nightfall wrapped in silence
Falls upon frost bitten rose hill...
There’s singles in your area and they want to...
And by the look of their pictures you’re in for...
I knew these stones
From which they carved crosses...
I took a journey
And found myself...
It won’t always be black roses for you
It’ll be black mould...
Blank stares into dead space
Little worriers checking heart rates...
Forever Halloween |
You can’t tig your butcher |
We are children of Nero |