EP REVIEW: Like Moths To Flames – Pure Like Porcelain
This rope could only hold so much.
This rope could only hold so much.
Glistening, it’s the same solace in my veins.
I was robbed of my mask in some engine of Hell.
I have made the universe the way I wanted to.
I wonder if I’ll ever be worth the remembrance.
Drifting through the liminal.
I know that you hoped that this was only temporary.
Our delusion is the easy way out, but it’s time for both of us to let this go.
Mental flux, primal lust.