the dark stirs and I with itrising to caress midnight and it's sorrowthere is no need to worry in the depths I am keptsilent to the nighta perfectly imperfect beingswaying to the pulse of my madnessmy tongue singing a...

In came she, the Apprentice, wanting to learn the trade of budding. Out in the garden, she trimmed her grass, first. She was green like a twig, but a perfect novice to tease. I watched her from the distance,looking...

Inspired by: Ghost – Griftwoodhttps://youtu.be/d6WA06fNscc?si=W79vAzBraZuxNuzYhey, you over there have you heard? there is fear and you should fear for those that are different want what you have give me some give me more and I'll promise you everything spill all your secrets show me all your hatred I see your...