Come to Paris and let's go see, the grave of the...
This land has seen many terrible things...
Roses are countless
so as the pages of this...
A little cream, with a little sugar,
prevents the blackness from tasting bitter...
I never thought I could be
manipulated into anything...
The lights went dimmer and dimmer...
my eyes blindfolded with darkness all around...
where is the need to rake the fire?
the flames never wither...
molasses coats y/our tongue,
we’ve been...
Your face is unknown to me.
I don't remember the way...
Four - Three! Four - Three?
The City stink...
These weeks are often forgettable.
The wind howls in the distance...
"Am I in trouble?"
she asked, as an ambulance...
I Stand alone... I wait for you to catch me. If I...
-Darclyfe...