ALBUM REVIEW: Roman Candle – Unadulterated
Five things I can touch. Five things I can hear. Five things I can see.
Five things I can touch. Five things I can hear. Five things I can see.
It didn’t always have to be like this.
A noose and rusted sheers during these trying times.
Running vermillion on the lips that spoke your name.
When I’m pulled down into the ground, what sky will I meet when I finally sleep?
I dreamt of something bringing me toward a warmth I’ve longed for.
Is the sea aware her heroic beauty may be in disuse someday?
Gnashing teeth, white knuckles.
Fall into those arms again, and there you are always.