LIVE GALLERY: An Evening With Leprous at O2 Kentish Town Forum, London
A moon without light of its own. Alone.
A moon without light of its own. Alone.
She is patient, for I have eaten at her hearth.
When nothing is there, then you’re free
Why do we grasp at eternity, when we know it will leave us behind?
Blood has been spilled, I’m saying goodbye for now.
Frozen great white northern might.
We will not disband.
Only the dead know the end, may we meet again.
I have stared deep into the abyss.