Refined by the weight of timeLike a diamond but far less temptingThe fear of being aloneScraping against my scalpIf hell exists it's inside each of usWe give our devils names but no facesHave I learned nothing yetThe salt in the wound is the acceptanceOf my place, of my meaninglessnessBut is it also my salvationTo live … Continue reading Residual


Down the poison, lick the wounds. I am a ghost, one you will meet soon. It's a new dawn. Where you're the beginning and I'm the end. Kiss the ground because this is the dirt that will bury you. You drove a spike through my family. Burn all the pictures, I've never been more free. … Continue reading Redline