A.P. Sweet, The Abattoir Of Silence Quotes
where does it derive its strength? is it the blood soaked soil? or the fear stained heart?
awake, then die in the arms of a modified lover sleep, then dream in the absence of a tangible lover envision, then sing in the thralls of a hungry lover
runaway my phantom bride and take your bouquet of poisonous flowers float away specter and take the rest of my desire
at night i loved her at night i waited under the tarp at night i watched her looking up at the stars dreaming of a better time to watch me
shall we dance into the perpetual torture of our union once more?
i witness the birth of the moon and her servants walking the night sky pulling us into their wake
