LIVE GALLERY: Maybeshewill, Bossk & Lys Morke at the Garage, London
A man is waiting for me at the end of the universe.
A man is waiting for me at the end of the universe.
A man is waiting for me at the end of the universe.
Clipped like a young rose.
I am limp in somber hope.
Climbing to darkness, shedding the light.
I love you but it’s killing me.
Ciphers of lost things, revealed by the moonlight.
The hour is coming. The hour is here.
We stared death in the face and the death blinked first.