What’s wrong with me?…
9 to 0 and This is the Final Round.
Birth of a hero
We’re wax bodies clung to each other like scented candles in the night. Dripping hot we’re sticky. And when the heat finally dies, we’ll harden like bodies frozen in time wax turned cold. Will we ever warm up again?
They are everywhere.
Maybe i’m just being paranoid…
Ring Ring. Aren’t you gonna pick up the phone?~
Another Walk Home