Crisp was the quill that bled his likeness.
Feeble was the hand by which his vignette was...
In my carefree dream-like hours,
I stumbled upon a grieving mother...
Nausea in my chest,
like the butterflies...
Notes of silence slide over my body,
I lay there breathing in pure oxygen...
Grave digger, grave digger
Send me on my way...
Noises lurking deep in the shadows,
As haunting the soul destined for the gallows...
It seems we’re staring at the same wall.
A blank sheet with all the ink in the world and...
I've been rolling since I was born, without...
Traded shots with the devil himself, and handed...
I can never be timid
Start to the finish...
"God is dead "*
That’s why we are here so tragically lonely...
And who
are you...
Hey best friend, I greet you.
with life of suffering to whatever end...