I would like to burn this down. I would like to see it melt in yellow and observe a cloud of blackness rise. Watch it rise as it is wrath himself. Watch it rise. Crows will flee the scene as if to remind me how long it's been since I have seen a dove. Melt in yellow as I do. Exhaustion and mother of tribulation. Wound by wound. I torture myself. Wound by wound, I will perservere. Whiteness, present yourself, as I know you are the sky and anchor of my being. What we've known is like cigarettes. Formaldehyde fingers.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
