lonesome under stars tent walks through the silent hour boy wakes out of weird dreams his face decaying it seems
crazed woman with open hair in the window staring barred on the pond on sweet drive lovers journeying wonderful
dark is the sound of springs rain in the night drops of my blood falling onto golden plates in myrial coffins a laughter whorish and wise lust of my heart songs of madness and night
killer smiling bleach in the wine the sick caught by mortal fear nuns pray naked and wound before gods pain on the cross
lonesome under stars tent walks through the silent hour boy wakes out of weird dreams his face decaying like it seems
