and the music�s sad here because dusk and dawn had a beautiful conflict with wet knifes and plastic opinions.

and the music’s sad here because dusk and dawn had a beautiful conflict with wet knifes and plastic opinions.

The new day’s begun and it’s only started to rain wishbones for the cigarette children wanting a new kind of heaven. Their heaven won’t be white God and Cloud 9 aspirations, but will be black and red rose bushes with the thorns sharper than greek tridents. They want to try and inscribe the words “Love” and “Brutality” with pastels into the concrete but the grey matter won’t let them, for they have the arrogance of a demon and the heart of a kindling flame. They sing like a bouquet of doves to the bright yellow stars and the angels just sit and listen to the sad music.

Reviews

[Hedra Helix]

smooth and deep and shining like glass in the sun and done before boredom reads that ugly head. nice