LIVE GALLERY: Currents, Aviana and Apathy at the The Fleece, Bristol
Is young demise not what you wished for?
Is young demise not what you wished for?
Sorry is easy to say, harder to mean, and even harder to prove.
My path will be your last.
Come sail on a spectrous sea.
Taken my soul, left me with live in hell.
Ripped apart, this is art.
You’re trying to tell me what to think, but you’re making me sick.
It can’t compete with bloodlines.