Of blood and apathy, as water left running... heedlessly. Of blood and apathy, as water left running... heedlessly. Of blood and apathy, as water left running... heedlessly. Warm then cold...so **** cold. As if the human race, is survived by the human race.
Wanderer, signing off with worming vacancies...heard by golden silence treading the floorboards of heaven. Given to evolving vacuity... wide-eyed son undone by inner vocality. Knowing distance is the crux of a hereafter... a distanceless hush abides. Personed by place, placed by person.