Old Sunlight Time, it did, for sure stand    still there .. The mirrors well and truly cracked, with dead flowers laid upon the empty window sill there and tired old sunlight straining through torn net curtains while a single dust mote pirouettes    then dies there .. The same old photographs with...

fervently attempting to express myselfwith molatov cocktails metaphorsbuilding my ego, bringing down my soulmy voice rises like smoke and insanity comes out of medarkness talks and it looks like sunshinea warm dappled day lulling you into peacemy voices warn...