wrap me in arms of apathyfold me in your darkest pagesI want to be an echoresiding deep within you.The candle which will not be extinguished.I will la..
In 1978 Richmond Hill was a hotbed of weed and bennies. It was the Rastafarian capital of Queens . You couldn't walk down a local street without someo..
They lay their grief at my feetand we seed it together.It feeds upon uswhile we gather our tearstrying to remember love.We strip the bonesand sharpen ..
February betrayed me, daddy.She came suddenlywith a wicked winter rainand a ghostly face.She took you from meswallowed you upin her grayand with youwe..