apathy
the lingering dread is savoring on the spaced out man who couldn’t understand the ways he felt the eerie glow of the gallery displayed a past prize alive beneath a fitted leather coat and violence struck apathy before she got a word you should have given her your heart
white horses
she’s steeped in the bath oh those drips make her laugh they came down on top down the stairs in the basement where the kids sleep every night and ride to the moon on white horses too and laid down before the sunrise and i’ve seen your fair face all covered in hair with a [...]
