The voiceless tranquility of our flame,our souls searing with passion still,yearning an isolation as silent as our emotions. This flameless romance, this desert - windswept of all fertility,populous with negativity. A fondness for solitude now,I withdraw from her as I say,"where...

Listen to this head as it cracks in the weight of my thoughts ants are passing all over and I am but a corpse running around dragging a body today did I have a bad day or am I just...