Posts by Bryan Sawyer
A song sung as a living fantasy or an unimaginable sequence of
A song sung as a living fantasy or an unimaginable sequence of morbid and raw bleak combination of events. Now the funeral grounds Are at last awash...
A song sung as a living fantasy or an unimaginable sequence of morbid and raw bleak combination of events. Now the funeral grounds Are at last awash...
As the moon ascends
The wolves come out to see the end
They
As the moon ascends The wolves come out to see the end They hide from view and wait To watch the ghost inside you come awake And when the shots go...
As the moon ascends The wolves come out to see the end They hide from view and wait To watch the ghost inside you come awake And when the shots go...
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