Mar 2014
My disease is free.
Stained upon this carpet of green.
Slipping away, bound no more by pain,
by loss,
by destruction,
by hatred,
My disease, my life, runs slowly from my veins
Stained upon this carpet of green.
Slipping away, bound no more by pain,
by loss,
by destruction,
by hatred,
My disease, my life, runs slowly from my veins
From the Lunch with the ****** series
