Lacerations, the macabre fascinations My spine, crooked, a serrated chain Like a vine, my fingers ensnare your bones And you dance as I pluck the strings Of a harp. The red eyed dog sings AContinue reading
Lacerations, the macabre fascinations My spine, crooked, a serrated chain Like a vine, my fingers ensnare your bones And you dance as I pluck the strings Of a harp. The red eyed dog sings AContinue reading