IN CONVERSATION: Tommy Giles Rogers of Between the Buried and Me at ArcTanGent
To be nothing, absent thereafter.
To be nothing, absent thereafter.
Turn to black these gothic dreams.
Like a last breath, smothered by the wind.
Hold a mirror to your bigotry. A piss poor display of society.
I will not let myself down.
I want to dwell in a house of light
Befall the rise of inhumanity.
You already broke my hand that reached out in hopes of getting help from you.
A moon without light of its own. Alone.