every drum in the world pales to the bang the crash the beat of her
dreams need their distance she learned from burnt fingertips do not touch the stars
I cannot be cast under any moon, upon any soul. If not for her,
man that lives to yearn sips at the tit of poison no will, but to die
when you don’t know for as long as i haven’t known you start to get used to it you don’t worry so much about solv…
all of my weary and all of my woe is made into perfect sense a common thread in my favorite son… familiar tones of sadness the beauty of malaise
and death is spreading through the… violets are blue and the zombie in the mirror is me when the bones start
no matter how damned everything is i keep a flower in my coffin to remind myself that the sun still offers me something
i would never say that Rock N’ Roll saved my soul but i will say that it helped me figure out what
if significant to one and not to another maxims adages cliches
i’m writing this to you my friend because the last time i said goodb… it was passive i thought for sure we would be
she heard him crying before the knock at the door two cops with bad news
THE ARTIST constantly trying to get somewhere he
human beings are animals and we should absolutely celebrate that when we are hungry
he looks off into the distance as if god exists waiting beyond the winds with some kind of answer he looks on dating sites