The walls have ears,
my dear...
Madness-
Children are singing...
Tytler's Cycle
By Mark Spencer...
Collect
every civil lesson we've been taught...
My breath is being stolen
from my lungs out my lips...
I'll send you postcards
from every broken, burnt...
Love falls.
Droplets of forever, poised in stance...
Again she's laughin'
'cause the profits are...
Maybe I am crazy,
Or maybe that's just what being hurt does to you...
He told me once
of how he thought lands...
We were 5 and 7
when mornings tasted...
Most people think monsters are strangers
most likely their the person in the same household...