I bowed down to the demonOne too many timesWhat little soul I have leftseeps into the dead earth Blood trails of hopegathered in a shot glassto taint and warp Beauty is the deceiverand I love to be lied toStaring off into...

Isn't it funny when you're younger, and people tell you that the moon has a way of reminding you of the past? Sitting here on this window sill I can't help thinking about Devin. How, in one night, I...