the braveheart walking into the blazing sun that is all that matters
Month: August 2024
death just another stat on this finely manicured piece of paper
desire the name of the game we used to play
the skinny state of ego crumbles into a million pieces
without a doubt you make the night young again
hair standing on end as we raze the hay and succumb to the smoke
take form and be damned to the eternal void
why comprehend these human feelings why not let go
summer noon to the flame we bare our souls
the darker the urge the greater the pleasure or so the voices say