My angels smoke cigarettes The devil smokes weed He is tall and pale The silhouette of a skeleton He crawls through my window and whispers in my ear...
The ancient Greeks spoke of muses But I shall speak of fire It burns in my mind and in my veins The pen spews fire now But fire is a fickle thing It...
I cannot begin to explain the pain of it, living with the knowledge that I'd be better off dead. It's a low like no break-up I've ever experienced. I...
