IN CONVERSATION: Our Hollow, Our Home discuss ‘Burn in the Flood’ and Lockdown…
The fear and the doubt grow deeper again.
The fear and the doubt grow deeper again.
Hollowed hearts clenched tight in history, to a family drowned deep in misery.
A sure disaster, forever after, with no remedy.
Secret garden disregard my heart.
Your shades of blue left me painted violet and indigo.
Deadweight gets left behind, trim the fat, cut the ties.
Upset the sickness.
Words fall off my tongue, but my mouth stays closed.
They rise at nightfall.