Clair de lune (ethereal remix) the yearning to be remembered in a way that matter The pull between hotels and home sweet home, heaven thats in a name and the burn of hell under your feet (you will lie to yourself one way or another, there is nothing you can do about this) October 27, Mellon Collie and the Infinite Sadness. Life of a Giant. » Continue Reading
In hush of halls where shadows creep, A silent sculptor, secrets keep. A weaver not of threads, but time, A mender of life's final rhyme. The mortician, with hands so cool, Gently gathers life's spent spool. With balms and care, a touch so light, They mend the shell, prepare for flight. No chisel wields this gentle hand, But » Continue Reading
i cant look upon this particular all and not my heart be seared but god know, ive burned it back like a cigarette put out on its sleeve on its shoulder on my tongue. i count the days before before i leave the city, but i dont know when the city will leave me. mourning what never was mourning what never was. and id be lying if i said i wouldnt relive the » Continue Reading
As someone permanently damaged from religious musical theater camps, I might as well be the Phantom of the opera since I never left that back stage. » Continue Reading