ALBUM REVIEW: Frail Body – Artificial Bouquet
A vacant hospital room to pack.
A vacant hospital room to pack.
Tethers are fashioned from silk that divides lessers’ distant glow.
You are the salt that’s burning my wounds.
Black waters irrigate my spine.
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Seeking safety but I cannot control this fear.
You clipped my angel wings when I was ready to fly.
To you integrity is the enemy, that’s why you’re up against me.
Take me into the void, ceremonia.