Tongues are clacking words of one vision. One tiny incision and teeth are cracking. . on thin air, on thin air. And teeth are cracking on thin air. Pulled to bits--in silence.
This catacomb compels me. Corroding and inert. It waits and tries to pull me. Must I resist or re-assert?. . The unchanged and the unchangeable. Doing the zombierama.
In Flanders fields. The poppies grow. Between the crosses. Row on row. That mark our place. We are the dead.... . Related. . 18 Non-Traditional Yet Perfect Wedding Songs.
Hanging.... Hanging from your daisy chains. Swinging in the trees. Running from your enemies. And falling on your knees. On your knees. Get down on your knees.
you dip your hands into my flesh. and say you won't reveal a scar. I must have faith in this procedure. it's a miracle, it's a wonder. a thousand hidden needles.