martes, 17 de octubre de 2017

Lost piece of mind

And here we are
We feed of steppes and earth
(...) a lost piece of mind...
We feed off steppes and air
(...)
We're stepping back
We're coming back
We're going to feed off the ground at high mountains and watch
We're going to feast on the spilled blood
We'll feast on clouds and watch the sky turn blank

Written 20-08-2017

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07-09-2018

I feel bitter I feel like a dirty old rag that only bickers I should get that whiskey to feel as shitty as I deserve