LIVE GALLERY: Terminal Sleep, Spaced, Still In Love & Headstone at New Cross Inn, London
I’m cursed with a desire that slowly erodes my sanity.
I’m cursed with a desire that slowly erodes my sanity.
If I am a God, then you’ll meet your un-maker.
I’ve been talking to my conscience, it’s soft-spoken and self-conscious.
I inflict my will.
“Open up your heart and let the devil in.”
“Nameless is the loss of such unsacred bond.”
“You can’t deny the keepers of the faith.”
An ever-flowing stream of misery and violence.
Is young demise not what you wished for?