iron ledge

into the yard i still walk slowly… between the graves i might find the bullets. in the eyes, in the middle of your foreheads, thoughts will be stolen from thee. tonite is going be late, the shine is rising by now, everything new, everything lightly.

hell device

do not believe everything you are told, is not worthy. ain’t nothing gonna save you from fait and it’s painful ending , lethal as it seems. nobody has come beyond where i have, they seem to be deaf or waiting for something that surely is not coming. they will not listen what i say, they… Continue reading hell device