Some things are better left, forgotten in the past,. But somehow, those memories never fade.. As I look at these photographs,. They years don't stop staring back..
You're the infection, my friend. Disgusting right to the end. Didn't I know it then?. I knew that, I knew it. . You're basic, but hard to define. Simple, yet somehow sublime.
Birds are circling above. They're called back to a waiting glove. Oh, why don't they fly away?. Surely they'd have guessed by now. There is no gun to shoot them down.
What you gonna do, what you gonna feel. when suddenly I slip away?. Almost am a ghost of who I used to be. yesterday. How you gonna touch and how will you collect.
Caught in the sinking sand. The wind flows fast through my fingers. Just reach out your hand and give me one thing to hold on to. Just give me one thing that isn't see through.
To Kill or Be Killed. . Through the Trees. Bodies and Blades. Carving the Pathway. To the Checkpoint. . Awaken the Grass. Weapons and Brass. Anticipating Blood Spill.