Mar 2018
There's solace within the rests...
the subtle backbeats of existence
dormant in my chest
Enter the ghost parade-
A soliloquy of love and pain
Waning echoes in unison
taut by fists and flames
the subtle backbeats of existence
dormant in my chest
Enter the ghost parade-
A soliloquy of love and pain
Waning echoes in unison
taut by fists and flames
