LIVE GALLERY: Russian Circles & Rezn at EartH, London
Hanging onto the razor’s edge.
Hanging onto the razor’s edge.
In our failure we belong.
This can’t be how I lose everything I love.
Steel and bones collide as flesh divides.
With nowhere to hide, find peace being truthful.
The ghostlike horizon of your eye.
Everything has its boundaries, including your grief.
We have reached the brink of this terminal world.
I mean it when I say always.