I live the slow serrated rape
The bucks fizz of amyl nitrate
Victims force fed thair own face
Tear stains upon the drape
I should compare them
To a warm Summer's day
But to the letter, it is better
To lichen their names to a grave
Counting My years on an abacus strung
With labial rings and heartstrings undone...
2019 • Leave the World Behind
2019 • In Deep Contemplation
2019 • In Deep Contemplation
2017 • A Procession of Lost Souls
2017 • A Procession of Lost Souls
2017 • A Procession of Lost Souls
2017 • A Procession of Lost Souls
2019 • Leave the World Behind
2019 • Leave the World Behind
2019 • Leave the World Behind
2019 • Leave the World Behind
2019 • Leave the World Behind