IN CONVERSION: Ryan and Justin of Dreamwell
Tear up the floorboards. Build me my gallows.
Tear up the floorboards. Build me my gallows.
Let my love into your heart. Give it a warm place to die.
We stared death in the face and the death blinked first.
Fraught devotion and uneasy peace; questing yet languorous; forever rapt and untethered.
Nothing can pierce through an armour this tough.
It’s been so long since you disappeared.
Can you see it? Can you hear it? Can you feel it?
My screams are signs of a new breath.
Take your time to damage me with your existence