The gut of the man punched by the cost of trust,eyes to the floor hunched, confronting all the times he's been fucked.Engulfed by the insults, becomin..
I can't seem to hear the dial on this broken telephone,staring back at the brick walls in this greco home,while the ogy in my fogy becomes lost in ano..
These strings have rusted and aged on this old violin.Where to begin?This aging skin, underneath hides all the boogeymen,the same ones left behind by ..