Poetry We Are Kayser Soze Driver Happy Birthday To The Patron Whore Of Cowards My Beloved Is A Bird Named Resentment ReCollection Storms Wane, I Never Can Hail To The Privation You Are The Wilderness In Me Like Mountains Breaking Apart If We Could Still Burn Cities To The Ground Mayday, Maynight Salt Of The Earth Turncoat How Exquisitely I Rage Emily She’s My Savior, My Perdition The Empty Space Between The Lines Queen Of Scum Violence, Come Out To Play Share this:TwitterFacebookLike this:Like Loading...
